In the interim

Where can I even begin? In the past nine months, I have not only gotten the aforementioned tattoo, I have also:

1. proposed to my boyfriend
2. begun planning a wedding (related to item 1)
3. assisted with the buying of a house
4. packed up 10 years' worth of crap and moved into said house

Those last two were especially draining. It is only by the grace of malt liquor and Velveeta cheese that I am writing a post for this blog again, despite thinking about it all the time. 

I still have to unpack a whole house and construct a wedding. Next month I turn 38, and I have no idea what I'm doing with my life overall. But the interim is interesting.