What do the artists, song writers, bloggers, and those people who write long status updates – all have in common; suffering.
Okay, maybe a little too extreme.
But its true. These exceptional writers base words and lyrics on their struggles. So, what happens when those suffering, treacherous souls become — happy?
Well for me, I found myself with nothing interesting to write about. My heart didn’t ache with sadness anymore, my eyes didn’t overflow with tears of abandonment or loathing. All I do is count down until the next time I get so see my incredible husband. I spend my nights clung to his side, with constant gross mushy tones of infatuation.
However this has been an exciting past few months for us and our tiny little gypsy family (me, my husband, and our plants).
In the beginning of June, Brad and I promised to love and cherish each other for the rest of our lives.
In July, Brad was offered and incredible opportunity in the very city we were married, Asheville, North Carolina. In a matter of two weeks we packed up everything we owned, signed a lease, and moved to Asheville!
On the way from Florida to North Carolina I got in a minor car accident, and had my 25th Birthday. Nothing like keeping us on our toes! But our house is beautiful, and is in a beautiful part of town. I’ve been out of the job for what feels like a lifetime, however it’s given me the time to unpack and make this place a little homey.
And this is where we settle (for now). In the same town I’ve written so much about already. But now with an entirely different perspective on life and love.
So many of these roads bring back glimpses of memories, most of which I cant fully remember, or have suppressed for the past 3.5 years. But nothing makes me happier to be here.
With our family only an hour away, and a beautiful roof over our heads, we are set — at least for a while!