I am in my house. Moving is a pain. I must have made 10 trips back and forth. The necessities are moved. It’s just a matter of picking up some odds and ends.
I’m getting used to the yardwork. The first time I mowed I wore myself out. Tried to run it as fas as I could with the push mower. This afternoon I did it at a much slower pace. And it seemed to work out better. I’m not as worn out. Still trying to master the weedeater. I never had a need or reason to use the weedeater before, surprisngly.
And I won’t lie to you. It does get lonely here. My coworkers say I could get a cat, which I probably will eventually. I don’t want a cat that will mess up my furniture. I have a nice living room set and would like to keep it that way.
I think things are working out for the best. A year ago I would have never thought about buying my own home and living away from my parents. The Lord tends to put barriers and obsticles in our ways to make us stronger.
The thing I keep asking myself is “Am I happier than I was before?” Folks have told me that I will “LOVE” living by myself. “LOVE” is a relative term, even in the Greek language. I guess time will only tell.
I guess I should post some pics and/or have friends over. That will happen soon enough.