Happy New Year Y'all!
2023 Resolutions anyone?
Lose weight?
“Losing weight” is my least favorite resolution of all time. I make a point to be extra calorie-conscious during Christmas. Packing on pounds is just too unappealing for moi. Saying no-no-no to sugary sweets avoids girth expansion. I have no desire to buy a new wardrobe and/or starve myself in 2023. Moderation is this girl’s mode of meal-maintenance.
However, over the holidays Jeff and I packed on a lot of heavy stuff in our house due to acquiring some of mom’s things. Saying no to memories of mom was hard to do. As a result, our westside cottage-bungalow either needs to go on a purge diet or we need to buy our bungalow some new walls in 2023.
Think: Tear this sucker down and make room for not only our stuff but mom’s [orphaned] things too or cease to fit inside.
And that’s not our only residential adventure in 2023 so far.
We faced a huge fear on vacation recently:
We stayed somewhere other than a 5-star hotel
We rented an AirBNB.
Renting an AirBNB sounded like camping to me. I was scared.
No concierge?
No daily clean up?
No direct line to the spa?
No room switch if something wasn’t just so?
Don’t laugh!
Okay, maybe glamping is more accurate than camping. Granted, we did know prior to arrival that we’d have an ocean view and that was comforting. And boy did we have a view. The fifth floor that the unit was on provided a perfect perspective of the Atlantic ocean from two bedrooms, the living/dining area and even while cooking in the kitchen.
We absolutely loved renting on the beach, at least in this place we did.
Who knew?
Expanding our residential girth to the east coast line has become a feasible reality since glamping in an air bnb. Funny thing is, we didn’t even miss the 5-star perks. Albeit a cleaning service would have been missed if we stayed much longer.
But living in a rental vs. staying in a bubble appealed to us indeed.
Moving is a big undertaking just like losing weight. But when your clothes no longer fit you really have no choice. We are bursting at the seams (walls and ceiling that is) and pretty much have no choice.
I don’t have a problem giving up food calories but giving up mom-memorabilia excess is just too great a craving to sacrifice.
If the Lord wills it, expanding our residential girth in ATL will materialize, like it or not, due to our growing goods. And hopefully the beach will become a regular, guilty pleasure too.
We must have a party to celebrate when all comes to fruition?
Celebrate extra space between walls not clothing with us in 2023…
Thank you for reading!
Love, Shelley
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