Today is the one year anniversary of me crossing the state line into Florida.

It was such a giddy rush crossing the state line, knowing I was home.  The moment didn’t come easily, and it wasn’t all the joy I put on social media.  Something bad happened shortly after crossing into Florida that I still don’t talk about, but it marred the moment of joy for me and put me a little at an unease (I’m fine it didn’t happy to me) .  The year since has lived up to that same initial roller coaster the first few of hours in Florida gave me.

Super high-highs, and crazy-intense lows.

I admit it. I’ve been all over the map. The blog suffered. I suffered. My family suffered. We were massively on the struggle bus for a while.

But now, here we are.

One year later.

And guess what?

Hey, life’s not perfect.  We’re living in quarantine now everywhere. Weird shit is happening, pandemic panic, mother earth  coming back to life.

However, I’m in a much better place than I’ve been for the past year.

I’ve finished a semester of nursing school, and done well (WHAT? I’m still in shock at this)

Things at my work are looking up, well they were before the pandemic, then that turned into a stress-bomb for a whole other reason. Overall, the worst of the situations is past, so I’m going better.

Financially, we have savings again. We’re still adjusting to hubbers only being paid once a month, but we’re getting there. It took a while to get soluble again, but we’re here and doing better.

Job-wise, hubby’s still in a better place than he was. Things are tough with the pandemic, but he’s coming home to movies and movies and movies…so he’s all good. (I’m reorganizing said movies now and the man has a problem. lol)

I’ve returned to hobbies like crochet and knitting. I’ve finally returned to writing (it’s slow, but it’s going).

I haven’t been to Disney since February, which sucks…but we will return again when it reopens.

I also haven’t been to the beach in ages…but again, we will soon as we can.

The winter was beautiful. The lack of snow even better.

My mood is in a much more tolerable place. Far less doom and gloom.

It’s good to be home…and feel at home…for real.