2011-06-21T12:58:00.000-07:00

Not real sure what to call this just yet because I'm not sure where it's going. I imagine it will become a smattering of records regarding life lessons, a photobook of the development of what seems to be the start of a happy life, written record of memories I still have of my mother, and a marker of the enjoyment I have in watching my animals grow. Perhaps even a release at times.

I spent this morning, my Tuesday morning off, getting myself together and becoming as productive as possible. Then I sat for a half hour or so staring at my monitor, just excited to have an office finally. It took nearly 5 months to get our housemate out and only a day to make it ours. We sanded, painted, swept, and moved furniture and it pops now. Not completely comfy yet, but it's a start and it's organized. It feels like home has finally started. Our lives are just beginning and our life together starts its next chapter.

We take walks in our neighborhood that I just discovered this past weekend, our 11-month-old bull mastiff/lab puppy begs to share bed with us and wakes up slowly each morning...trying to steal every possible moment of my lunch break to bask in the sun, belly up. We try this yard-work thing, we appreciate our coffee, try to go to the local beach bars on weekends for drinks and ice cream, and talk about our futures.

Things are simple but exciting, and each day gets better.

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