have been feeling bouncy and silly and sounding like a kid lately. as much as i don't want to leave europe i am getting all kiddishly excited and goofy over having my own place again and things like scooters and all.
it's good for me. i don't often feel that silly, up, positive, fun feeling. oh, good, happy, content, smooth-going, etc feelings, but not the bouncy fun feeling. so i'm rolling in it when i do right now.
am looking at what i want to do with my apartment when i get it and i realize i still have the tackiest taste imaginable -or at least i assume that i do by others' standards based on the things my mother used to say to me and that i never see other people's homes decorated in the manner i like.
part of the fun is that i'm starting from almost complete scratch, so the options are endless. M and i have discussed and i'll be taking most or all of the bookshelves (the 3-foot high type) and possibly the tv-stand also. besides the kitchen table i'm likely going to get rid of, that's all the furniture we own... we threw out all of our pots and pans, all but my "good dishes", etc. so i'm 98% starting new with doing my place up. it appeals to the artist and tinker'er in me and gets me going.
am looking into local art courses to get the rust off me where i need to, belly dancing (and other dance) classes, local bdsm munch & play groups and clubs, the local nudist group, plus outdoorsy things like hiking and kayaking in the area.
i feel a bit like i'm waking back up inside, in a way. part of it is getting my own place again + we're returning to the place where i honestly had the happiest time of my life. i know it will be much different now, but that return is still stirring up the person i was (and liked very much) at 19yrs old.
while i am still young, it's a bit of rekindling my youth. if that makes sense.
anyhow, have more to do in getting the house around for the move....
it's good for me. i don't often feel that silly, up, positive, fun feeling. oh, good, happy, content, smooth-going, etc feelings, but not the bouncy fun feeling. so i'm rolling in it when i do right now.
am looking at what i want to do with my apartment when i get it and i realize i still have the tackiest taste imaginable -or at least i assume that i do by others' standards based on the things my mother used to say to me and that i never see other people's homes decorated in the manner i like.
part of the fun is that i'm starting from almost complete scratch, so the options are endless. M and i have discussed and i'll be taking most or all of the bookshelves (the 3-foot high type) and possibly the tv-stand also. besides the kitchen table i'm likely going to get rid of, that's all the furniture we own... we threw out all of our pots and pans, all but my "good dishes", etc. so i'm 98% starting new with doing my place up. it appeals to the artist and tinker'er in me and gets me going.
am looking into local art courses to get the rust off me where i need to, belly dancing (and other dance) classes, local bdsm munch & play groups and clubs, the local nudist group, plus outdoorsy things like hiking and kayaking in the area.
i feel a bit like i'm waking back up inside, in a way. part of it is getting my own place again + we're returning to the place where i honestly had the happiest time of my life. i know it will be much different now, but that return is still stirring up the person i was (and liked very much) at 19yrs old.
while i am still young, it's a bit of rekindling my youth. if that makes sense.
anyhow, have more to do in getting the house around for the move....