My New Life

My New Life

It is only in slight retrospect that I can truly gauge change. And so here I am in October 2012 and with the perpetually pumpkin coffee and the embarrassment of strangling myself in scarves I see that I am some place new. 

I am gainfully employed at what twenty-somethings call a ‘real person job.’ What I am quickly realizing is that all jobs are 'real person jobs' mine just comes with excellent health insurance and a lot more excel spread sheets. This new job is wonderful. I work with lovely people and accomplish things everyday. 

This new job started in the middle of my summer, when I was desperately unemployed and spent my days watching West Wing and wishing I went in to politics. Then, just as things were about to get sad, (why would I put on pants if I have no where to go?) I was hired.

Insert sigh of relief here. 

While I was paying attention to learning a new trade and working on my non-tan another slow change occurred. 

I moved. Not just like slightly to the left, but like all the way to New Hampshire. I almost didn’t notice because it was so gradual; a tooth brush, my conditioner…but as my beauty products go so go I and low and behold all of my moisturizers and I now live in a small town in New Hampshire. 

Not only that,  but I now live with many other people; one big person, my Mister, and his tiny attachments, the Kidlets. I now live part of my life with a 10 and 13 year old. 

I’m sorry, wasn’t I just watching Gilmore Girls in my basement covered in a bath towel eating enough Indian food for five? Now I’m bringing Kidlets to school and introducing them to Hey Arnold. 

OK so just to take an inventory; new job, new digs, new kids, that’s a lot of new. What is really shocking about all this newness is how subtle it has seemed. 

Yes the phone call telling me I got the job was not subtle and there was much hollering and putting on of pants.

But I have slipped easily in to a life that 4 months ago did not exist. And while waking up at 6:00am will always be terrible I now have a new life that I love. 

Now what does that mean for you dear blog? 

That means, with my addiction to pinterest growing, I will try and use you less for pictures and more for recording the ins and outs of my new life…Well still some pretty pictures.