Wowzeers, time flies. With that some changes, I was really craving something new, wanted/needed a change, new inspiration for my mind, perhaps a little midlife crisis happening, I am not sure but I know something different needed to happen. So I up and moved to a new town, even did the grown up thing and bought a house.
Now buying the house was an eye opener, for one even though singles and couples without children are statistically on the rise, the home industry is still stuck in the family market, building oversized homes unsuitable for one person. I managed to find one nice bungalow and nabbed it. The realtor never blinked an eye that I was single, it was a very comfortable process, on the other hand my neighbors are all still suffering from couples syndrome and I daily need to respond that we just didn’t move, I moved in, and there is no husband, no children, and I am normal and responsible. But I so want to get a big old witches caldrum for my front yard to brew up some stories for them.
And on that note I conclude my morning thought of happiness that being different is the best.