Hey there, fellow survivor of adulting,
We moved.
That's it. That's the update. I am now one with the cardboard. The boxes have accepted me as their leader.
My dogs think this is the greatest adventure ever invented, and I've opened the same "kitchen stuff" box four times looking for a spatula that I'm 87% sure is in the garage. With the holiday decorations. Obviously.
(Photos below of what I'm generously calling "progress." You're welcome for the chaos content.)
🐝 TLDR for the time-crunched:
- New house: We're in! Mostly. Emotionally? Questionable.
- Hotshot: Still cooking. Slowly. Like a crockpot romance.
- Social media: If anyone has a clone they're not using, I'm accepting donations.
📦 THE HOUSE SITUATION
Mister Mav has been an absolute trooper, which is code for "he's assembled more furniture than any human should in a single week." Meanwhile, I've been strategically avoiding the boxes labeled "office stuff" because opening those means I have to be a functional author again.
The dogs have claimed approximately seventeen new favorite spots. Wookiee has decided new couch is his now. Moo disagrees. There have been... negotiations.
📖 HOTSHOT UPDATE
Jack and Skylar are still doing their thing, I promise. The book is progressing at what I'll call a "leisurely pace" and what my planner calls "significantly behind schedule."
Turns out it's hard to write spicy hockey romance when you're elbow-deep in bubble wrap and can't find your laptop charger. Who knew?
🤖 CLONE NEEDED: INQUIRE WITHIN
Can we talk about social media for a second? I blinked and suddenly there are forty-seven platforms I'm supposed to be posting on, each with their own algorithm that hates me specifically.
I need a clone. Or maybe three. One for TikTok, one for Instagram, and one who actually remembers to post consistently instead of going "oh crap, it's been five days" while doom-scrolling at midnight.
If you see me being quiet online, just assume I'm either unpacking, writing, or having a staring contest with a box I don't want to deal with. All three are equally likely.
Still believing in happily ever afters (and eventually finding my coffee maker...),