Halloween is my favorite holiday.
My first Halloween costume was in the 8th grade when I dressed as Josie, lead singer of Josie and the Pussycats, for school.
We didn’t celebrate Halloween growing up and I’ve never been trick or treating, so it might seem odd that the holiday is now my favorite of the entire year.
Halloween is a holiday that embraces the weird inside all of us. There’s something about the holiday that encourages imagination and individuality. It’s a time when we can shed our usual pretenses of being just like everyone else, and celebrate what makes us eccentric.
It can be difficult to write when there’s no pressing deadline. I promised myself over a month ago that I would write about this topic. Then life happened, as it does, and I found myself thinking about other (more important) things than my top favorite books of 2015. If this post is going to get written, it must be written now. I’ve set myself a new deadline: finish this dang thing before I turn 28. I have four days.
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.”
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.
Adulting is exhausting.
It seems like all I’ve been doing lately is filling out forms and signing things.
But I’m supposed to keep that all under wraps for a few more days, so I can’t exactly tell you why I’ve been filling out paperwork like it’s my job. Hey, I don’t make the rules for when I can tell you people things. It’s the cats who run the show.
I am officially Pinterest Perfect.
Well, not quite. But this whole “funemployment” thing means I have a lot of free time. Which is why I can now browse the Internet and Pinterest for recipe ideas, compile meal plans, and spend quality time at the grocery store.
I would say I’m becoming quite the professional stay-at-home cat mom.
There’s a kitten sitting on my head.
I’m not sure exactly why I thought we should adopt a kitten on our first official Saturday as Boise residents, but it seemed like a grand plan for like 20 minutes.
I blame the dresser.