I've been wanting to start a new blog for a while now. I had one a couple of years ago, but that no longer reflects the person I am anymore. It's amazing how much this little girl's character has changed lately.

I have always been proud to say that I love who I am. I'm in transit, and it feels incredible. Actually, there isn't really an existing adjective to describe the feeling, but let's go with that. I'm in motion, but I'm at a complete standstill. It's this strange limbo world of floating and planning and making my dreams come true and not giving a fuck what anyone else thinks about it along the way.

I am on the verge of buying a house. Buying a house! I've never felt so grown up as I do now. I know how many bedrooms I'll have in my house, what I want it to look like, what colour the rooms will be. I even know what refrigerator I'm going to buy. I will have a garden swing, and a trampoline. I will paint a Yellow Brick Road leading to my front door. I want a red front door.

I have a traditional heart, but an eclectic soul. Op Shops (thrift stores) feed my addictions. A new roll of film makes my day. Furry animals make me smile (I should get the bunny's dinner ready soon). I bake sweets and take them to friends. I knit scarves and give them away.

Trips to the Op Shop are gaining in frequency lately, but I'm not a customer. It's so liberating to shed material goods from one's life.