I tossed around a couple of other blogs before landing here and I’m ready to share with the Blogosphere again. Is it still called that?
Was I single last time we chatted? That’s the main way I’ve always thought of myself… single or in love. My more emotionally independent sisters are sighing. Can’t help it. I’d much rather be in love. The fact that I’m not right now makes me sad way harder than I wish, but in other ways my life does have good things. I have a view off my apartment balcony that some mornings makes me cry from the beauty. (More crying? How bad do I suck!)
I’m 41 now. Andrea’s 18 and away at college. Here I am waiting for my yearly mammogram:
Another good thing? My boob doctor is hot. Breasts still normal, too. /shrug
I have to share apartment pictures. I went from a house with 17 windows to this place with 4. Do you know how freeing that has been? Incredibly. (See? Another good thing. I’ll try to focus on those but not TOO much cause, you know, boring blog if life is all butterflies out my ass).