Home Again...Home Again...Jiggity Jig

Yep, it's true...this past weekend I moved back into my apartment. After (almost) ten months of bunking in with Matt, Alex and Lauren, I've moved home. It seems weird and oh so quiet...and yet it feels good to get back among all my things!

I know some of you are probably wondering why I moved home. The reality is when I left it was in a time of crisis. I was starting chemo in less than 24 hours and couldn't be home by myself. There was no question about where I would go, of course. And it was beyond fantastic to live with Matt and the kids while I went through all my treatments. Now that I'm feeling more like myself, it's time to find a new normal...and see what exactly that means.

I decided with moving home I would sort through things that have been hanging around for ages. This means, as I've been putting things away, I've been sorting through everything and making sure it should stay. So, I've been taking everything out of cupboards and drawers, sorting through, refolding, putting away (or donating to charity or in some cases, throwing away). I kind of feel like my apartment is a snow globe that someone picked up, shook the hell out of it, and then set it back down. My bedroom and the hall closet are GREAT! The fridge is pretty. The rest of the place is a work in a progress. And while I'm still working through fatigue and how much I can do in a day, the reality is I've become gifted at procrastination as well!!

Obviously I have some feelings of conflict. While I love my independence, I love being with my family on Foxhill. While it feels great to be among my things, I miss seeing my boys when I wake up in the morning. I guess I knew finding a new normal would not be easy peasy...

Big big thanks to Matt, Alex and Lauren for their continuing love and support. For helping me move my stuff back to my apartment and then asking me to come for dinner a few hours later. It sure makes this transition a lot easier. I love you guys so much!

xoxoxoxoxoxo