New Beginnings~

The Realtor had to disclose a 17 year old boy hung himself back in the 70’s in the basement before our new home was purchased. Nobody wanted to tell me because I’m a bit of a mystic but when my husband finally did, my response was, "He wasn’t the only one to die here."

I love Little House on the Prairie…and this home was built during the time frame this show represents. Before refrigerators and telephones…covered wagons were their mode of transportation, hard to imagine yeah? Surely many more have died here.

This is the town my husband and I went to high school in. Each time I go to the local market for some milk I end up running into someone I went to school with. I recognize them but don’t speak yet. Their eyes linger on me trying to place me and I avoid the contact thus far.

The Methodists have me in their sights. They brought me a decorated paint can with coupons to all the local businesses, pencils and magnets. Their women gather each Friday morning and if I can find my hair tamer I just might crash their party tomorrow and reveal my identity. Maybe I’ll find my new friend there. My religious beliefs are correct so I’ll never alter them…that didn’t work with the Baptists but if these Methodists can keep their hell fire and brimstone speech to themselves I’ll give it a whirl.

This house has four bedrooms. Before my husband could lay claim to one as his office I started right in about my excitement to have my own room. Dan and I have been married long enough to know what we need and I need my own space. It’s beautiful pals…I got to pick the colors. I couldn’t make up my mind on my accent wall so Dan picked up my favorite shade of lipstick and said let’s just go with this. It turned out beautiful but you can’t see any pictures. My phone doesn’t get reception and when I plug in radios I don’t even get a signal.

All of my pretty things are in the same room with me. The other night I got all my jewelry boxes out and laid out all of my jewelry on my own bed. It was so girlie and brought me joy. Some of you have asked me if we live out in the country now. No, we went from ‘the hood’ to becoming ‘townies’. I can see just as many people walking around here, the only difference is they are all the same color as me.

The neighbor has a baby same as me. They have met once. Jack is a few months older but much smaller. The neighbor lady wants to get together for a play date but I don’t want too. Her husband yells at her and I can hear it. He also has deer heads and confederate flags in his yard and I think he’s a boorish asshole. We went to high school with him but I don’t remember him one bit.

Well…off to unpack more boxes. Perhaps this day I’ll find that damn hair tamer. I bet I’d start chatting people up if I could let this hair down but I don’t expect to ever quit being so socially awkward. I’m holding you pals closer to me right now…xo