Change of address.

A surge of excitement and independence runs through me like a shot of whiskey as I sit on my front porch. Its the feeling you have when you just got a new hair cut or hair color and you feel brave and new and a little apprehensive but your confidence takes over and you adapt to a new you. The excitement last for a couple of weeks (at least for me, as I only change my hair every few years). Anyway, what I am trying to explain is the feeling of living alone in my own place. It has been anything but lonely which has actually surprised me a bit. How much I enjoy being alone. Granted I have never really thought of myself as a lonely or bored person, on a scale from one to 10 - 1 being the extreme introvert who has anxiety being around people, ever and 10 being a person who is never alone and doesn't know what to do with themselves when they are...I would say I am a solid 4.5. I think. I am also very indesive which has made decorating....mmm, fun. We will just say I have used a lot of patch and paint. I have made mistakes here and there and it't not perfect, but it's because I did it. And of course with some help from my family and friends I am feeling settled and loving this new chapter.

Selma.

If you know me, you know that I am not a huge pet person. I like to say that I am a very picky pet person - I don't hate ALL pets people! But yeah, most of them I'm not super keen about. So don't ask me how I ended up in an animal shelter on a sunny mother's day afternoon. I think it was my mom's idea to stop in. I went along with it...going in as a firm no pet person. And coming out with a cat named Selma. I saw her and I just HAD to have her. She is SOOO CUTE.

Plus I am a girl who lives alone, it's like peanut butter and jelly. A cat helps with loneliness. But now I think my cat is lonely...I need a cat so that my cat isn't lonely. Just two cats. Two cats is not TOO many cats.