- Look around for things to do, because obviously there is something very pressing that must be done. Nope, there’s not.
- Resolve to read an entire formulaic mystery/romance novel in approximately 15-minutes, because words are fun. Right? RIGHT?
- Watch Downton Abby Season 2. All of it, in an overnight BBC binge.
- Get back to writing that blog you love.
Hey guys! Thanks for coming back to read my blog. Sorry about the hiatus, but sometimes a girl needs to hone her focus.
The past six months have been killer, and the next few weeks will be jam packed with excitement: I’m moving, taking a road trip to Niagra Falls, Heading out to Long Island for my Dad’s birthday, and then going to Israel for two weeks.
Yeah, that’s how I roll. Go big or go home when it comes to scheduling.
I have quite a bit of work to do in regard to taking my manuscript to book level, but for now I’m just chilling. I may even go to the gym.
An unfortunate side effect of the last six months is a 13lb. weight gain. Emotional eating: because somehow, emotional Zumba just wasn’t doing it for me. Considering I’m going on a beach vacation in two weeks, I’m going to do my best to give the delivery boys of New York a few nights off and actually visit the treadmill again.
Oh treadmill, I don’t miss you at all, but I think it’s time we got re-acquainted.
To celebrate my new found freedom, my parents drove into Brooklyn today. I have lived in my apartment for nine years. NINE YEARS! In that time my family and I have had Thanksgivings, Christmas’s, and Hanukah’s here (yeah, we’re a multi-denominational crowd— food and presents for everyone!) My apartment has been a big part of not only my life, but the life of my family; serving as a mid-way point for my parents on Long Island and my Aunt and Uncle in Manhattan. We had one last hurrah here.
I must admit, it’s not looking quite as homey these days:
I officially move in with The Fella on Monday. He’s already been in our new home for about three weeks, building furniture and getting it ready for my arrival. In the meantime, I pack. At first I was really sad to say goodbye to the place I have lived for so long, but as more and more things are boxed, it’s starting to feel less and less like mine.
Co-habiters, do you have any advice for a first timer?
Ezekial Cinnamon Raisin Bread French Toast made with egg whites and sugar-free syrup
Salad with roasted peppers, goat cheese, carrot, tomato, artichoke hearts, and heart of palm in a balsamic vinaigrette
Brown rice pasta, broccoli rabe, TJ’s meatless meatballs, pasta sauce and nutritional yeast
Does wandering the aisles of IKEA for four hours count as exercise? Tomorrow…