These are cupcakes. Let’s all take a deep breath and pretend to breathe in the cupcakes.
I mentioned in a previous post that this has been a hellacious summer.
The beginning of this, my least favorite of seasons, brought some fairly serious issues with our apartment and Property Management Company. We just returned our keys and have not yet received our deposit yet, so I think it’s best to avoid any online details as of right now. Who knows, I could be acting totally paranoid, but it is the internets, and you never know who’s lurking out there, waiting to screw you over. How? I don’t know, but it’s probably best to wait.
However, if you’re looking for rentals in Omaha, PLEASE email me, as I’ll be thrilled to tell you which company NOT to go with.
Anyway, our initial plan was to rent month-to-month until we found a nice house to rent, but now that we’ve run screaming from our old apartment, we have found ourselves displaced and living with our parents.
Awesome, huh?
Now, don’t get me wrong, I am so insanely grateful for both my and Paul’s parents, but we’ve been going a month now without a home of our own, and it looks like it’ll be another month before we’re settled again. That gets really, really old . . . especially when there’s a toddler involved.
So what did all this mean for the Bonk family? This meant Charlie and I packed up our stuff and moved in with my parents for two weeks. This meant Paul had to stay in Omaha and work while having to move all of our stuff into a storage unit. This meant two weeks of not seeing my husband and Charlie not seeing his daddy. This means that when school starts, we’ll have even more weeks without him, and that just plain sucks.
I know there are military wives out there rolling their eyes at me right now, but that doesn’t make me any less upset about this.
So, between Paul’s parents’ house and mine, we’ve been bouncing back and forth without a home of our own for about 4 weeks now. We’re beginning to see a light at the end of the tunnel in the form of a totally sweet living situation, but that will take a few more weeks to come to fruition and I don’t want to jinx it by blogging about it further. I’ll keep you guys updated.
I swear, I’ve actually got some positive things to say, though. I’ve been reminded this week that inspiration can come from anywhere. For me, it came from one of the most dynamically creative people I know, and I wasn’t surprised at all to feel motivated after chatting with her. This whole ordeal has been very stressful, and I have not felt like blogging about it. After messaging with this awesome lady, I realized I’ve been going about this all wrong. Why do I blog? Is it to show people how shiny and perfect my life is? No. It helps me get through things. It helps others realize that we all go through crappy stuff, and we’re not alone.
The other source of inspiration, however, was someone I haven’t spoken to in years, and still probably won’t for years to come. (Not for any malicious reasons . . . we’re just Facebook acquaintances now. You know how it goes.) Anyway, this person who used to be in my life has started a blog. Do I like the blog? Not really. I don’t care about the content and the writing isn’t really my cup of tea. Do I admire it? I do. Because it’s full of passion and a true gratefulness for the existence of blogging.
I need structure right now. I need something, other than my amazing family and friends, that I can depend on . . . something that I have some control over. I’ve been neglecting for months the one thing that could probably have lowered my stress level and given me a sense of ownership when I felt like I owned nothing. This blog is something I need to make time for, and something I need to be as honest as possible with. That bad mood I was in for 2 months straight? How many other people have been in a 2-month-long bad mood? Plenty. Reading the comments of others who have felt the same way I do would have been pretty therapeutic.
It’s time to stop robbing myself of my cheap therapy and get back in the game.