I had two job interviews today. I drove far and away for one and then back home for the second. I am drained and exhausted. I feel like now that I know who I am so much better than I did even three months ago, maybe I am going in the wrong direction. I am at a crossroads. The husband has an interview tomorrow at ten. The bright side is that by getting better jobs, we can move into our own beautiful place, even if it is a cheap apartment. I can slather it with removable wall paper and can put funky furniture finds from the Vintage Vogue in it. I can make it my own. I can have my own vanity and an area just for painting and creating. Dahlia can have her own room. I can have a big closet. In the end, that is what I have been craving the most...my own home. You never know what you have until it is gone. I never appreciated being surrounded by my furniture and knick knacks that I had accumulated over the years. I was only able to bring the necessities to my basement, and often think of things in storage that I can't locate. My milkglass vases, my Martha Stewart Guide to Homekeeping, my book of Sewing from my mom. I can't even remember everything that I have stored in there. I fear that I have evolved so much over these few months, that I will unpack my home decor and decide to get rid of it all.
I will post tomorrow after work.