It’s been a long time.
Well, my friends… life has turned upside down… again.
3 weeks ago, I ended my engagement to D. I’m not going to go into details but, I haven’t been happy for years and unless I plan on being unhappy for the rest of my life, something had to give. We’re still living in the same apartment and it’s absolutely miserable. I’m trying my best to make the best of things but it’s hard. This place is tiny. We can hear each other fart through the living room/bedroom door. I would definitely prefer a different arrangement but, I don’t plan on moving twice.
Did I ever mention that I was trying to buy a house? I spent weeks researching, got pre-approved at my bank and then discovered that everything in my price-range needed more work than was in my budget or was in a terrible neighborhood. It was suggested I become an “urban pioneer” by a shitbag real estate agent that I ended up firing. I have no problem with living in the city but I have my limits.
Anyhow, when I eventually suggested the idea of my dad building a house for me, he burst into tears and said he had been waiting for me to make the suggestion. He never wanted to push me but, he’s a contractor, built the home I grew up in and 2 other houses in the neighborhood. I started looking at lots but that was another disappointment since I didn’t want an hour-long commute or a postage-stamp lot. My dad recently bought a 1/2 acre in his neighborhood and he’s given it to me. I’m feeling loved and lucky in the midst of all the neglect and sadness. It’s an emotional roller coaster every damn day.
So, I printed out a bunch of plans and my dad and I picked out an adorable cottage-style house. The plans came in this week and we’re getting the building permit and breaking ground next week. A coworker gave me a pair of work boots today and I plan on spending as much time as possible helping with every aspect of the construction.
I grew up on construction sites and around plans and running my dad’s company and errands and I know my way around a hammer and a skill saw so, yes… stoked does not even describe how I feel in the midst of all the shitty shitty everything else.
Work is a great distraction and I’m throwing myself into it harder than ever. I was assigned a new attorney in addition to the 4 I already handle. This attorney is a doll- an ex-partner of a well-known local firm who has returned to mine. He’s a pleasure to work for and I’m now learning domestic law, which is drama-filled and ridiculous. Every day I’m on fire.
Last weekend I reconnected with girlfriends I hadn’t seen in years and attended a wedding of an old friend. I had a great time and the wagons have been circled around me.
Everything is going to be okay. It’s going to be better than okay.