It’s been a bit quiet on The Girl Who knows this week. And for good reason.
The big news I’ve been waiting to share . . .
We bought a house!
We’re in the process of doing some updates + needed repairs before we move-in later this month.
Essentially I’m acting as project manager, running back and forth to stores, getting quotes, overseeing the contractor, termite guys, you name it. So things are a bit busier than usual right now.
Thanks for bearing with me as we get packed up, cleaned up and moved into our new home.
I’ll be back the 2nd week of December with pictures + a bunch of behind-the-scenes things that I’ve learned about buying your own home (and oh have there been many!).
Plus, I’m working on a series of new posts about beauty + film + music + travel (all kinds of awesomeness) that will be rolling out in December. Woot!
80+ degrees in November???
I shouldn’t be complaining, but you know what? I kind wish it felt like winter around here.
I’ve been busting out my sandals and sundresses the last few days. Kinda crazy right?
Weather aside, I have to say I’m kinda digging Los Angeles lately.
Lately, I’ve been getting restless.
This isn’t necessarily unusual for me. I’m prone to restlessness.
For example, I’ve moved around (frequently), I’ve changed jobs (almost as frequently) and I’ve had more than my share of boyfriends (are you sensing a theme here?).
But the restlessness of late, is a bit different in flavor and texture.
It feels deeper, more tied to my core and is absolutely unrelenting.
Normally if I move, change jobs or give up a relationship – the restlessness subsides.
Not so much.
I’m feeling called to examine everything in my life.
For years I operated by the same rules that all of us are familiar with – society’s status quo.
I believed that if I grew up, was a nice person, got a stable job, found a man and prepared for a long, happy life together (with kids and a puppy of course), that I would feel complete and happy and fulfilled. Because everyone around me said that was what you do. And many around me have chosen that path. Apparently if I follow in their footsteps, I’ll be happy.
But I’m not.
Let the packing begin (again)!
Well friends, I’m moving. Yet again.
I calculated and this will be my 18th move since I left home in 1995.
I know, crazy right?!
I’ll have more details about where I’m headed in the next week or two, but for now, it’s all about packing.