I am busy with life.
My housband is coming back tonight after a trip to Salt Lake for his job. I do not like being a single dog mom--all the whining is driving me a little insane. I really miss my housband when he's gone, but this time was times 10.
I'm already dreaming of Spring. Don't get me wrong, I like winter, I just like longer days, rain and blooming trees.
I'm not doing very good at writing on my blog, so I think I'm going to start a new tradition: a time capsule, of sorts. I forgot how my life was even just a few years ago, and after reading letters from a few friends, it all came back to me. My life then was school, my dog, my computer (lame), and living in an apartment with my friends. I wish I had letters from all my friends at all times to remember the specifics of my life.
I keep hoping that some of my stuff will break or get ruined so I can get rid of it with no guilt. Perhaps that means I should just get rid of it anyway? I am terrified, after watching shows about hoarders, that I'm going to become a hoarder.
We just moved across town, and I really like our new apartment.
I feel like I complain all the time lately. What's become of me? My goodness... my year-long resolution this year should be to always look for the good.
Today is the last day of my photo 3 project. I'm hoping to get the whole month of December up in the next week. It's going to feel weird not having that obligation, but this whole thing has been really good for me--shooting so often has helped me improve and refine my shooting style.
This is all very random. I think I better go now.