Confessions of a 40 year old virgin

It has been all about the rain.

It is all about the frizzy hair.

It is all about breakfast at lunchtime.

It is all about the pilled up boxes.

It is all about the unwanted acne.

It is all about the waiting and waiting.

So we blow bubbles indoors ...

Lately unimpressed with the latest fashion.
Or television
Or new events in my hood
Or a new shop or restaurant

So we blow on...

Moving to a new state with 13 years of memories stuffed in boxes is stressful. I think it is time I no longer deny the toll it has taken on me ... it is starting to show. I think about the little feet that have walked these wooden floor boards and wonder what kind of stories they would tell. Its the place my little ones have ever called home.
My princess looked out the window watching our favorite tree blossom and looking at the birds eat from our urban feeder on the fire escape ..."momma I love it here, and I never want to leave".
I admit at the time it pained me. Now, in retrospect, I believe she was voicing her state of happiness at that moment not her address.

There are times that I think of myself as the 40 year old virgin who is a mother and wife. Haven't yet begun my life but rather put on pause. There is a lot I want to do and want to try. This move is partly an experiment into that part of me that has been put on pause. As the lovely Adriana put it "Alma, just think of this as an adventure you will take for a year...give yourself a year, nothing more." I love that.
This blog was started to document this new beginning.

 The picture below shows evidence of the chaos that has taken over our little nook. Notice the boxes on top our kitchen cabinets. The open door of the washer reminding me to load it again. The king's damp pants hanging in the window that did not fully dry.
What this does not show is the many other piles of boxes. The piles of unfolded laundry and scattered toys and the dust balls collecting.
In the months to come I will be showing a lot more mess...life is messy and I am learning to embrace it.

In the spirit of trying new things I have started to take up again another love of mine...memoirs. This book was mentioned by someone awhile back and have always wanted to pick it up. I love the way the book feels in my hands... its hard to explain... but I will never be a fan of an e-reader. It tells an amazing tale of a woman in her twenties whose mother dies, after a few years of unhappiness she decides to make this trip alone without any experience hiking or the wild. I won't say much because I have not yet finished it or want to ruin it for you. I will leave you this link where Cheryl tells her story in her own words.
I believe this book tells my story too...of the 40 year old virgin within me.

Recently:
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Faye of Buttons and Beeswax, a talented knitter from the UK
and Notes From The Buffer Zone, an amazing writer form the south.


Bubbles can make anyone happy.
What small thing makes you happy?
Any confessions?