Settled & Sappy: An Update from the Porch

Okay, so I had to reread my last blog post just to remember where I left off—yep, it's been that long. But hey, we’re officially settled in the new house. And when I say settled, I mean everything from Christmas decorations to my dogs’ toothbrushes has found its place. We’re burning candles after long workdays, people. We are S-E-T-T-L-E-D.

The Norfolk house? It’s up for grabs—$369.5K if you wanna buy it, or $3000-$3200 if you’d rather rent. Got a friend looking in the area? Send them to 175 Commodore Dr. Help a girl out.

Speaking of which... ya girl is feeling the financial heat of owning two homes. Let me tell you—this life? Not for the weak. BUT I’m so in love with the new house and the neighborhood that it’s all worth it. Even if the bank ends up with it (kidding, kind of—thanks, Mom). I’m actually writing this from my porch, taking in the breeze, the birds, the leaves, the whole serene vibe. It’s a warm day, but this view? Worth every penny and panic attack.

So what have I been doing the last week or so? Honestly—just settling. My entire focus has been on the new house. Every single box has been opened, emptied, donated, or shoved into some form of storage. I feel… content. And I haven’t felt this way in a really long time.

Don’t get it twisted—I know my meds are working their magic. But I’ve also learned that “no” is a full sentence. And being near family again has been a game changer.

I’ve always been an oversharer. Like, turn-a-funny-story-into-a-mini-novel oversharer. I used to feel like everything needed an explanation. I’ve tried to dial that back. Tried. Doesn’t always work—especially when I’m excited or spiraling (balance, right?). But now, instead of calling someone over every little thing, I’ve learned to lean on myself more. And when I do reach out, it’s to laugh about the day—not cry over it.

But before I pat myself on the back too hard, I have to shout out three women who have absolutely carried me these last few months: Mom, Grandma, and Emily. Y’all have shown up for me more than I care to admit. I’m so thankful to be able to laugh with you at the end of the day instead of depending on you to get through it. Thank you. Truly. I love you.

Honestly? I’m happier than I’ve been in the last six months. Maybe even the last year. So shoutout to therapy, meds, my support system, and local plant nurseries—you’ve been part of the comeback tour.

That’s kind of why I slowed down with blogging—I didn’t need it in the same way. It started as an outlet, a lifeline during chaos. And now that I’ve been genuinely happy, I guess I forgot about it a little. But I’m back, baby! Back to share little moments, big thoughts, and whatever else spills out.

OH—and before I go. Since the accident (yup, still milking that drama), I managed to hit a trash can. Side mirror? Looked like I played bumper cars with every SUV in the Target parking lot. Blake came to the rescue, of course.

Also went to The Offspring and Jimmy Eat World concert… which got rained out (booo). BUT we are making up for it with some Nelly on Friday, baby!! I cannot wait to tell y’all about it.

Anyway, I’m off to water the plants… and myself. Stay hydrated, friends.

Love y’all—and if you’re still reading this, thank you for still being here.