Three Years Back

Three years ago, I moved back to Milwaukee from France. There was a horrendous blizzard to welcome my arrival. As soon as the plane landed, I had firm intentions of getting out of here as soon as I could. That seems like a lifetime ago. I look different. I feel different. My life has changed and I have come a long, long way.

Earlier this year, I got the itch to move again, to go to a new place as I had done about every two years in my 20s. Instead, I committed to a two and a half year master's program. I bought a house. I've put down firmer roots than I ever thought I would in the city where I was born.

I miss my old life sometimes. The one where I was living in Vermont or Paris. I feel an almost constant hole in my heart for New Orleans. But I've made a decision, for better or for worse. I am home.

House

Yay!!!!

I Love Him: Part Two

Me: Seriously, you are crazy right now. Do you have attention deficit disorder?

Him: No, my attention is focused on this and it is not defecating.

I Love Him: Part One

Me: On my way back from the mailbox, there was a kitty on the porch. I pet it and it was so sweet and cute and I love it.

Him: (feigned excitement) Really?!! Are you going to get a kitty to piss all over your new house?!!!!

Nutmeg Reports Becomes A Pseudo-Mommy Blog

No, internet, I am NOT pregnant. But, in one month, I will be a homeowner. I. AM. SO. EXCITED! The process of buying this house thus far has been tantamount to conception, what with all the sweating and grunting and arguments and failed attempts. But we're there now, incubating and waiting. And I am nesting! Instead of doing the excruciating mountain of schoolwork that is sitting in front of me, I am on closet organization websites, weighing the merits of the Container Store versus California Closets. I have downloaded the color wheel in an effort to get my design-impaired brain to paint in more colors than beige. Which rugs in which room? Do I want carpet on the second floor?

The ultrasound, er, home inspection is on Wednesday and I will be taking many pictures. Am I allowed to take measurements while the inspector is telling me about the dangers of eyebrow windows?