☔️ Rain, Rain, Go Away… I’m Buying a House, Okay?!

Measuring tape, muddy shoes, and major main character energy.

There’s nothing quite like standing in the rain, squinting through water-smudged windows, imagining your future inside a house you might be buying. Romantic? Maybe. Practical? Not even a little. But you know what? It’s official—I’m moving (again).

Pause for dramatic effect. 🎉📦🐾

That’s right, folks. Your girl is downsizing.I know what you’re thinking—“Didn’t she just move??”Yes. Yes, I did. But listen, when life gets too quiet, I tend to stir the pot. Call it chaos. Call it boredom. Call it me getting an itch I can’t ignore (no cream necessary, thanks).

🎯 Real Talk: I’ve Wanted This

Ever since the roommates moved out, I’ve had this idea brewing:Smaller space, bigger life.Less mortgage. Less house to clean. One less yard. More room in the budget for dog-friendly road trips and spontaneous shenanigans.

Because why not?

Seriously—why the hell not?I’m not married (and honestly, let’s not even pretend that’s on the vision board again), I don’t have human kids, and I’ve got VA benefits that deserve to be used to their fullest potential. I’ve served. I’ve worked hard. I’ve earned peace, freedom, and preferably a front yard with a decent view or blocks away from the water.

🏡 The New Digs: Welcome Back to Hampton!

So where are the dogs and I setting up our next chapter?Drumroll, please…

Back to Hampton, baby.

But not just anywhere—we’re talking a charming two-bedroom, one-bath in Phoebus, just two blocks from the water. I’m close enough to smell the salt air, but far enough from the bar noise. (Because let’s be real, I’m the type to pop in for coffee, not chaos.)

Even better? My sister-in-law Celeste is moving back with my brother Thomas.

And let me just say this now—I like this sister-in-law.You know how rare that is.

I can already picture it—me and Celeste cruising on longboards or bikes to grab overpriced coffee and pretend we’re not sweating. She’ll be assisting growing herbs and cucumbers in the side yard while I supervise, iced latte in hand, trying not to kill anything green. (I once murdered a cactus. I have no excuses.)

💭 “Why Won’t She Just Sit Still?”

Ah, yes. The inevitable question.Why do I keep moving? Why can’t I just stay put?

Well, here’s the thing—because I don’t have to.

Some people find comfort in stillness. I find comfort in change, in chasing goals, in reworking my space until it matches my mindset. I move when it feels right. And this? Feels so right.

Try to bring me down from this kind of high and you will be…✨canceled✨.(With love, of course.)

🧠 Food for Thought:

Yesterday we unpacked Lust (and fish tanks, but that’s another trauma story).Today’s sin? I think this one’s more about Moderation—the holy art of doing more with less.

Or maybe it’s Charity—giving myself the gift of a peaceful, affordable, freedom-filled space, along with donating anything I am not taking with me.Whatever it is, it’s intentional.

🔄 Coming Up Next:

Stay tuned for the home inspection saga, DIY moving chaos, and how the dogs react to yet another change in scenery. Spoiler: Clyde already called dibs on the big bedroom.

💬 What’s your version of this? Your kryptonite? Your vice? Moving is mine. That, and caffeine. And maybe a bit of main character energy. Sound off below—I’m nosey and nosy.