Well I have moved, unpacked, settled in, explored the area, and made new friends. I feel right at home in my new suburban digs. Really. I don’t fit the mold but I like it. I was the girl in school who was alternative before alternative was mainstream. I shopped at Goodwill, shaved half my head, and listened to the Dead Kennedys and the Butthole Surfers. I hung out with the skater crowd at empty swimming pools and half-pipes. So how did I get here? Uh…one little decision at a time. Yep. One little decision led to another little decision that led to another little decision that finally led to a house on a cul-de-sac in a planned community north of Atlanta. That’s how it works.
Here it is…
The living room…
The foyer…This space is still in progress. It needs MORE.
The kitchen and family room…
And the dining room…
I love the terrain in this area. Every time I see the mountains in the distance my heart jumps a little. And the trees…ahhh…after living in Florida so long, I have missed trees. I have my own trees now.
I’ll post on the basement another time. I’m still gathering stuff for that area.
Anyhoo…I have never lived in a friendlier area. People are just nice here. Most people are transplants like me and are probably wondering the same thing, “How did I get here?” And you know what?
The mold is a myth.
We all have our own stories and our own journeys and our own struggles and it’s all good. The skater girl is long gone. And I’m not the the gym rat, the mommy, the sport fishing queen, the runner, the volunteer, or the wife anymore. I’m just me – open to new adventure, new people, new places, and a new way of life. I’ve jumped in to the Sea of Suburbia and the water is warm.
Check out the Toyota Sienna family videos on YouTube. They are hilarious.
More later.
