It’s me, Hi, I’m the Problem, it’s me.
It’s me, Hi! I know it’s been quite some time since I’ve written on this poor little forgotten blog, March 7th to be exact, but a conversation with my sister had me logging on to GoDaddy, dusting the cobwebs off the website, and trying to remember how to put some words down on a page. You see, my sister started her blog (which you can find here), and we talked about terms like SEO, Google Analytics, and the ideal times and days to post. It all got me thinking that my blog is much different than hers. Her blog is for her business, and my blog is solely for my own musings. She needs to have a lot of traffic to her website, and I’m almost certain no one reads my blog. Either way, consistency is key and something that I have been severely lacking these days. So, I thought I would bring back the “If we were having Coffee” blog post to catch you up with my life these last almost six months. So here we go; bear with me as I shake off the rust from my fingers and keyboard.
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you I’ve moved away from Nashville. I got tired of all the bachelorette parties, pedal taverns, and constant construction that came along with living directly downtown. I’ve moved two and a half hours South of Nashville to a quiet town with a funny name that has taken some time to learn how to spell. Ooltewah. See what I mean? It’s the opposite of downtown Nashville; it’s quiet, very, very Southern, and does not have a pedal tavern in sight, but it’s taken some getting used to. I have to try and ignore the ten commendent plaques I find attached to buildings and to have less fights with men who insist that I walk through the doors first and try to be excited for this new adventure.
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that my husband and I are building a house on the top of a mountain. A house that we’ve built with the front of the house facing the East and the back of the house facing West and if you know me and sunsets, you know they are everything to me. In the last few years of living in downtown Nashville, so many high rises were constructed right outside the window of my apartment. They successfully blocked every one of the gorgeous sunsets, the one thing that made living downtown bearable. However, we left Nashville on April 2nd and promptly moved into a hotel—a hotel where we have lived for going on five months. So, if we were having coffee, I’d tell you that I’m tired of living in a hotel, tired of eating in bed, and tired of not having a kitchen. However, if we were having coffee, I’d tell you the end is in sight, and hopefully, we can move in before the leaves start to change. I tell you this as I cross all my fingers and toes while knocking on all the wood I can find in my new office.
If we were having coffee, I would tell you the hardest thing about moving was leaving my sweet chickens behind. They refused to let me kidnap them and bring them down here with me, something about wives, jobs, established lives, blah, blah, blah. We do have weekly Zoom calls, which aren’t the same, but they fill my heart with what I need.
If we were having coffee, I would tell you that since my diagnosis of Mild Cognitive Impairment, I have found it incredibly hard to focus, which is why it’s taken me hours to write this post instead of one hour. I have stopped and started this post so many times that I question its quality.
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you I can find my way around this quaint little town so much better than Nashville. I know the names of roads, and I know how to get from point A to point B on either the highway OR the back roads. If you know me, you know that’s a HUGE deal. The number of times I’ve gotten lost in Nashville is embarrassing. I blame it all on being a 100% landmark driver, and all my landmarks were either torn down or something was built in front of them. So, I made a conscious effort when I moved down here to learn the actual names of roads. You may already know this, but man, it’s helpful to know the names of roads! The other thing I’ve adjusted since moving here, I trust the GPS a bit more, again, you may already know this, but man that is so helpful as well!
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you life is good, really good. I usually don’t do well with change, and maybe because this change has been long and slow, it doesn’t feel like change at all, but life has been good.
If we were having coffee, I’d thank you for taking the time to listen to me hog the conversation; I’d tell you that I will no longer be the “Problem,” and I plan on writing once a week because consistency is key.
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that I miss you, and we should do this again sometime soon, maybe next Friday.