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Catching up…

Author: thenicknick

running on beach I love that term, catching up. It encompasses so many aspects of my life. Today, I am working on catching up on the Gwen Bell 2009 Blog Challenge…sort of. And I’m catching up around the apartment. And I’m even going to be catching up with friends. That’s a whole lot of catching up in one day…and post.

Let me begin with the blog challenge. See, on day 12 I was supposed to blog about a favorite place. And I have to tell you, that I found myself once again having trouble with that one. Should be simple, right? Well, it’s not. I have lots of places that are favorite places for a wide variety of reasons and rank depending upon my mood. We all know I have this passion for the beach, so I could have gone with one of those trips. And then I started thinking about places that are around here that I love, places that speak to me, my favorite little thinking spots. So, that is about to inspire a post all its own. I’m taking my own pictures. (Insert ooooohs and ahhhhhs….here.)

Now, day 13 is a little tricky. The prompt asks me to talk about a favorite food that I never knew I liked before. *sigh* This has been a rough food year for me, despite the fact that I’m a major foodie. While Sam and I were together…my meals were…limited. Okay. To quote Danny, it was like eating off the kid’s menu at ANY restaurant. Seriously. It was chicken fingers, chicken wings, fried chicken, french fries, macaroni and cheese, spaghetti, ham sandwiches, and tacos. Oh, and if we made the tacos at home, we had to use ground turkey. I was DYING, people. (Please note: dying does not necessarily translate to thinner. For that, I would have had to stop eating with him altogether…)

Naturally, you are going to laugh when you realize that the food find I never knew I couldn’t live without is a frozen pizza I discovered in November. Yes, FROZEN PIZZA. I have fallen hard for Palermo’s Napoli with pesto and goat cheese. Rachel had to talk me into buying it the first time…I was more of a Margherita girl. And now, she’s sorry. So, it is my guilty pleasure on the weekends. I buy one and devour it over the course of the weekend, shredding the box and consuming all evidence. Pretty clever, huh?

And finally, I look forward to catching up with Kimberly today. We’re making cookies. And we’re talking and sharing and probably venting. I spent part of Friday texting with her husband, David. It ended abruptly when he asked me what I wanted for Christmas. Suffice it to say, what I want most can’t be wrapped.

This is the biggest catching up I have in mind and on my mind. I want my old life back. Not all of it. I think that we can agree that I’m in a much better place than I have been in a long time. (Not geographically, but more of my state of mind.) At the same time…I still long to save my house. I still miss my Bubble life. I miss having friends RIGHT there. I miss sitting on my driveway reading on a nice day. (And the neighbors miss that, too.) I was the first house in The Bubble. Ed and Laura may hold the title of mayor and first lady, but I was the ambassador. Mine was the first smiling face you saw upon entering, the last when you exited.

The house made me feel like I’d accomplished something…home ownership. And the painting and tiling and changing out light fixtures and hardware made me feel like I’d accomplished something else…home improvements. And though I love the apartment…there really is no place like home. After the break I’ve had, I feel like I am strong enough to live there again. Now I just need to find a way to make it happen. Maybe that will be my big challenge of 2010, catching up, getting back where I want to be, back where I belong.

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3 Responses to “Catching up…”

December 13th, 2009 at 9:20 am

Travis says:

There is no place like a home. To step out on the patio, feeling the wood. Or watching the kids play in the grass on a August evening trying to catch firefly’s. Or playing with that frog that showed up on the side of the house.

Or the smells on a soft breeze moving from room to room as it dances around the aroma’s of the kitchen or laundry room.

Or the sounds of a sprinkler or neighborhoods kids laughing and playing, or as they all gather at your house, creating chaos in the garage.

Yeah, someday… Hopefully sooner than later.

December 13th, 2009 at 1:11 pm

Meredith says:

Some of the prompts have been difficult, haven’t they? For the life of me,can’t think of any new foods I tried this year. I didn’t listen to a new album. I didn’t go to a workshop or conference. That’s okay, though, because the days where prompts fit make me excited to write.

Are you saying you’d like to save the house and move back there? If so, I’m here on the sidelines to cheer you on.

December 14th, 2009 at 4:37 am

itneverrainsinseattle says:

1) What a coincidence! Tonight, I decided to catch-up on reading your blog! (Well, okay, I’m only two posts behind. Still…)

2) The house my stbx and I live in is the second house we bought. We picked out the main design from a bunch of choices, then fine-tuned it and made a whole bunch of choices about what walls go where, where and how many electrical outlets, lighting fixtures, etc. For all that, it feels like a house built FOR US. A house of OUR design. We’re currently at risk of losing it through foreclosure.

A part of me wants to try to keep it. Another part of me never wants to own another house again. Ever.

I’m glad you’re in the mindset where you know you want to save yours. Knowing your destination, it seems to me, makes it a little easier to get there….

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