Happy New Year!
What? It’s the 16th, you say, the New Year started ages ago?
Well, I started off the New Year with the flu. When January 1st rolled around, I was bleary eyed and exhausted, with a box of tissues in one hand and a bag of cough drops in the other. So I decided that I would wait until I got better, THEN I would start my New Year properly.
And by starting my New Year properly, I mean starting it off with a bang. This weekend, I finally moved in with my boyfriend, making official an arrangement that we’d been practically living with already. Besides a stop at my home once or twice a week to do laundry and have a proper bath (I shudder to call the bathtub in my new situation by the name, it barely qualifies), I was pretty much living with my beau already. Now all my clothes simply live with me.
Another big event this weekend – we adopted a cat! Molly was a stray that a friend of my boyfriend’s found a couple weeks ago. She couldn’t keep poor Molly, and Michael (that’s my boyfriend. It’ll be so much easier if I can just call him by name. Hope you remember!) and I had planned to start looking for a cat to adopt once we moved in together. It seemed too precipitous that we’d hear about a cat that needed adopting right when we planned on doing so, so we drove two hours to pick her up on Saturday and brought her home.
Miss Molly is one of the sweetest cats I have ever met. She’s affectionate and cuddly, and very, very chatty. She will talk to you constantly when you walk in her room, but she has the most pathetic little meow, which sometimes comes out as no sound at all! She has a vet appointment on Friday, and after that we’ll start slowly introducing her to our dog, Fen (short for Fenchurch. If you don’t know the reference, you need to read the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy series).
So all this talk of starting the New Year late, and updating you on my life, what does it all mean? Well it means that I’m going to try this blogging thing again. In November, I joined in with thousands of other people writing 50,000 words in a month for NaNoWriMo, and I remembered again why I loved writing when I was a kid. While I fully intend to keep writing my novel(s?) as well, I think that the important part for me right now is to simply get words to paper. Or keystrokes to blog, in this case.
What I’m trying to say is, you can definitely expect more from me in the coming weeks.
Happy New Year!