I’ve been moving all of July. We are now in our new place in the same old place of Texas. Still not out. I daydream of Malibu. One Day Malibu. Anyways, that is why I have not been writing on this, my blog. Also most of June. I’d suppose I’ve been writing in my book more than anything else. The more I live, the more I realize I don’t care about anything else than what really matters. The simple things. I get aggravated still about certain things. It could be being overstimulated with the day and needing time apart just for myself. I’m human. ..with undiagnosed ADHD. 🙄 My husband and daughter, especially my daughter would roll her eyes right about now.
Now that I mentioned Malibu, yes, I dream of living on or near the West Coast one day. But I also think about my family in Arizona, how I should probably go back there first and then end my days in the West Coast. Then there’s Las Vegas, dear Las Vegas. Uff, where has time gone? We are entering into our third year here in Texas. When I do look back, I can definitely see the why’s and how it has formed me, being here. I would like to think I’m ready to go, but it just seems not quite just yet, so I will continue simmering under the humidity of Texas. My sweet Malibu or wherever hopefully one day I will live. For now, I will continue on my writing venture of sweet romances, imagination, spirituality, and fantasy worlds. I will escape there. Yes, I shall survive and do that.
i’ve moved
