Moving
I’m in a bit of an odd place here. I’m finally moving from a foreclosure DIY project house in an area I have not liked the entire year I’ve been here to a brand spanking new house in area I hope I will adore.
The DIY Girl in a new house??? After 17 years in a three-story monster on a heavily wooded lot and the last year in a foreclosure badly in need of work and updates I feel like I’m due for an easier home. Hopefully home repairs will be few and far between for a while, but there will still be maintenance to keep it in good shape and it will be a blank palette I want to customize and turn into a coastal cottage look on the inside. I also want to get more heavily into finding flea market furniture and refinishing, some furniture building projects, and major garden work.
Mourning
The kicker is a recent loss I’ve experienced. I have been the more than proud owner of two gorgeous Yellow Labs – okay, I admit to a certain degree of prejudice. Last Friday night I watched the eldest dog Nikita, just days short of being eleven years old, die in agonizing pain with me alone and helpless to do anything but just be with her. It was hideous. I am heart-broken. I also feel like a failure for allowing a much-loved animal to die in terrible pain. Not to mention how horribly I miss her. She went from running around full tilt to dead in a few days. I guess I’m simply in shock.
For dog owners who understand, I am moving to an area in the very northeast corner of Florida minutes from the beach. I very much wanted Nikki to make that move and enjoy beach walks and swimming in the ocean. I am terribly sad that she didn’t make it. For non-pet owners who think all this hoopla about losing a pet is silly, I have lost my only child and now my dogs are my only family. Understand it or not, losing one of them is a big deal.
It’s like all the personality has left the house. Ellie (nine year old Lab) spends most of her time alone in her bed with no interest in what I’m doing. We both are depressed and struggling with the enormous hole Nikita has left in our lives. I’m trying to find ways to get Ellie excited about life again, but I worry how hard a move will be on her so quickly on the heels of losing her life long companion. It’s just not a good situation.
I would have liked to add a picture of Nikki to this post, but I can’t stand to look at pictures right now.
I’m trying to stay motivated about packing to move and dealing with the whole fun cycle of “keep the house perfect and leave for showings”.
So blog and Pinterest followers, I will be posting and pinning when I can, but not as exuberantly as I have been. I have a lot of ideas and plans, but I may be a little slow in posting for a while. I need to get moved and get my joie de vivre back.
