Turbulent Flow

I've never been a rememberer. Names, titles, songs and other details of daily life regularly escape from my brain like so much pasta water. One of the things I love about blogging is that it gives me a way to catch a few of the noodlely bits that might otherwise escape.

Right now life is pretty busy and seems determined to make it even more so. My single parent status now has an expiry date as the boyfriend and I make plans to blend our lives into one crazy conflagration of 2 adults, 3 dogs and a toddler under one roof. Boyfriend (hereforth known as Simon - that being his name) and I met last March. Good thing I got my oats sewn in my 20s because I was pretty stunned to find myself in a serious relationship before I'd even waded ankle deep into the internet dating waters this time around. So after almost a year of dating we are pretty excited to put an end to the unending trips back and forth across the city and get everyone in the same house.

The prospect of shopping for a new house isn't that scary. Kinda fun actually. However, once we find the place we want to buy it is the idea of staging two houses, selling two houses, packing, moving and unpacking leaves me in a cold sweat if I let myself think about it too much.