It is very surreal, and it has made me feel terrible that I have resisted the idea for so long and given Tim such a hard time about it. Whoops!
I decided that I am going to make it up to him by making him proud of what I am able to accomplish with a space of my very own. One of the 2nd floor bedrooms has been designated as my studio - a dedicated place for me to write, sculpt and work. Not having a space has been a very convenient excuse for a long time - no more.
I did not anticipate feeling this way, but buying this house has really made me feel like a true adult even more so than becoming a mother. Life prior to this has felt like a dress rehearsal. Now it is time to stop preparing to be the person I want to be, and to start actually being that person.
This person has so far managed to keep this house as immaculate as it deserves to be kept (we shall see how long this lasts, I hope it's not "new copybook syndrome"). This person makes her bed every morning, moisturizes on a daily basis and wears earrings and foundation to work. She also does NOT smoke cigarettes. (Quit 61 days ago I am proud to say).
*This optimistic post has been brought to you today by the first tantrum-free weekday morning in recent memory.