sammarie

Dear life,
please slow down.
thanks.
Love,
sammarie.

Okay, so here's what's going on with me:
On Wednesday, I'm moving. Just from one place to another. It's a newly remodeled town house. Gorgeous place, and a doggy named Vegas lives there. I am in love. Packing is not fun. I don't enjoy it. I can't wait to just be done with moving.

There is a new man in my life.

I have a job interview on Thursday. It would mean a daily hour long commute to the city. I'm not sure how I feel about that, but it's a really good opportunity. I'd love to end up living in the city eventually. Perhaps this is the next step for me. It might mean moving again in a few months though.

People are amazing me with their generosity lately. I feel so incredibly lucky to have so many amazing people in my life. You all know who you are. You're keeping me smiling and keeping me going. Thank you.

I'm tired. I need to sleep for a week.
I'm going to fall into a chocolate ice cream coma in about an hour after packing a bit more, putting away some laundry, and I don't know what else, but I'm sure I'll try to cram something else into this day before it's done.