After searching for a little over a month, Alan and I found a beautiful little house and though not directly downtown, it is still in one of the more historic districts. We get the keys in a week, and I am beyond excited.
And nervous. Not sure if this nervousness is to blame but my bingeing has been out of control. Considering my only other "shacking up" experience was absolutely horrifying, I think this is understandable. Add to this that at the end of May, Alan's daughter, D, will be coming to stay with us for a month+, and I'll be watching her during the day while Alan is at work.
I want to be amazing. I want to give Alan a home that is peaceful and full of love. (His ex-wife set the bar pretty low, so this helps...haha). I want D to feel comfortable and safe. I realize that in order to do these things, to truly bring happiness into the home, I have to be taking care of myself.
I've printed out a household tasks sheet to keep me on track. It involves breaking the house into parts and basically tackling just one part a day, thereby always having a clean home. In addition, I want to be more regular with working out and eating right so that I can feel good about myself and be more consistently happy and reliable.
I want to give him everything. I feel so lucky to get to be in his life. He deserves the absolute best I have to offer.
