Making Friends in the Ghost Town of Silver City, Idaho

It’s been so long since I’ve written that I couldn’t remember what I even talked about last.

“Did I tell them I was moving to Idaho? Or do I need to try to break that news to them slowly?”

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Finding the Blessing in Beige

My first impulse is to apologize to you, dear reader, for not writing earlier.

But then I remind myself that I’m attempting to apologize less.

I’m writing this while standing at the countertop in our new kitchen (you never know where inspiration will strike – mine struck while unloading the dishwasher). Betsy is sniffing around, exploring every cabinet that I open, and often finding herself in sticky situations (she somehow got behind an open drawer, and I wasn’t really sure if she’d be able to get out).

Life is EXHAUSTING, y’all.

Don’t you feel that there are just periods of life where you stop and think, “I’m not sure I can handle much more.”

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Anniversary of Beginnings

Brad and I spent last weekend in Sun Valley, ID, to celebrate our first anniversary.

It was great to getaway and enjoy the beautiful views of the ski resort town. This past year has been busy. It’s been a year of beginnings. Moving across the country, starting a new job, being unemployed, making new friends… and buying a house.

That’s right. A HOUSE. We bought a house. So I guess we’re staying here.

Which means I have to pack. Again.

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I am the Next J.K. Rowling?

The “fun” in “funemployment” might just represent the constant explanations that one has to give to strangers.

Random person: “Where do you work?”
Me: “I’m unemployed, looking for a job.”
Random person: “Oh! What do you do?”
Me: “I’m a writer.”

Let’s pause for a moment and recognize that “writer” is a very general term. But unless I want to stuff “Imaformerjournalist,butnowIworkinmarketing,socialmediaandwebsitecontent” into a 10 second answer, people would just stare at me blankly and think to themselves, “Geez, chick, I didn’t want to hear your entire resume.”

So instead I say “writer,” which makes me sound like I live in a Hallmark movie, probably wear a lot of cable sweaters, and live in a cabin on the beach.

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