So let me just start off by reminding you all that my life is a reality tv series and that I may have issues. Now if you’ve been following along with me for a min then you know these are the facts of the matter and there’s no need to question it. This brings me to my first announcement: I now have rules. These will be made up as I go [🌚] and quoted regularly like the rules of Leroy Jethro Gibbs (comment if you know who that is). They are as follows:
Rule #1 THIS IS A JUDGEMENT FREE ZONE – I’m sharing my personal experiences with the World Wide Web and I be putting myself in some dumb situations – judge ya mammy (it’ll save you some time).
Rule #2 DON’T ASK ME WHO/WHAT/WHY I DID SOME DUMB SHIT – if I knew why I would say why but I hardly ever know why so I don’t say.
Rule #3 EXTEND GRACE – whether that’s to me or yourselves, just be nice.
So back to why we’re here: I’m moving into my house and I’m pretty excited. Like I’ve lived here for nearly 3 years and never turned the place I pay to own into my home [🤦🏾♀️]. Before I lived here I was in this small ass apartment in the hood on a 6 month lease and I feel like I at least hung a picture up, but here, the place I signed to pay on for the next 30 years, I’ve got bare walls and some furniture. See I hate to get settled into places just to turn around and uproot my life in the next couple of years or less. At one point I was moving like every year and I always knew the next place was just as temporary as the last so instead of ever getting comfortable, I’d keep it simple in order to not get attached (this may be why I have commitment issues now). I mean my furniture would be present and I actually unpacked my clothes and put them up, but the walls stayed bare and I made no real effort to decorate and make the space my own for the time I actually was there. Packing and moving takes so much and I be trying to make that shit as painless as possible. Looking back I see how this may have negatively impacted me. Things are very temporary in this life and to avoid any hurt, my defense mechanism became always being ready for the next move. I don’t stay anywhere too long and would rather be gone before someone else can decide they want me gone. But THIS house, I worked hard for this for the sole purpose of finally being able to just be. I literally wanted to buy so I wouldn’t have to worry about moving again so soon and still ended up treating my residence just as temporary as the previous places and that’s simply not how it should be. I’m finally being intentional and moving fully into my space and turning it into my own. I’ve bought art for the walls and making plans for almost every empty corner to make it all come together. I’m a plant mom now to both real and fake plants and I’ve changed out the blinds in Kaine’s room (because he’s a menace and had torn the last set up). Ya girl is finally going to be comfortable in at least one area in life and I’m pretty flipping excited about it. They say “don’t ever get too comfortable” but damn I pay these bills so I’m about to kick back and relax in all this shit. I’m so thankful for being able to do everything I’ve done, so it’s time to show God and my ancestors I’m thankful for the way they looked out by actually settling into my current place. So will you catch me with the photo frames of sayings like “House + Love = Home?” Nah that’s not my cup of tea, but I have a few plans brewing [Stevie J hand rub]. This is one less issue I’m hoping to work myself through outside of therapy – should I ever go. Shoot I might even finally have my housewarming… we’ll see.
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