Hope and Books

I haven't forgotten about this little place. I've just been continuing to remain immersed in my paranormal romance, fantasy, action packed, forbidden love stories that keep my mind off all the things I should be doing and thinking through. Just so you fully understand my new found obsession, I decided to include a list of all the books I've read over the past few months at the end.

Other than my head being buried in a book 24/7, or more accurately my phone or iPad on the kindle app, I've also been contemplating what I want to do with my life. Yes, yoga was a dream and I finally completed my certification... but then found that it remains challenging to teach with my kids still so young. On top of that it also means my own practice has slacked off so much I have to wonder if I should be teaching right now. Not having a husband I can trust to leave my kids alone with, for fear of him drinking the moment I walk out the door, started to make my dream more an anxiety filled task. At the same time, feeling trapped at home with my only role being "Mommy" has made me realize I am not the mother I thought I would be. Or could be. Most of the time I don't even feel like I'm a good mom. 

My solution... I need to go back to work. I need time away from my kids so I can regain patience and enjoy their sweet little smiles and intoxicating giggles. The problem... I don't have an overwhelming passion to do much of anything. Other than teach yoga... but I can't exactly teach 4 classes back to back every day without burning out quickly. So, in between my reading and the typical mommy duties... I've been brainstorming how to bring a bit of happiness back to my life via some sort of work I desire to do outside of the home. 

My favorite job was a Starbucks barista. That and my waitress job in south beach. Since I can't exactly pick up and move back to the  beach, I think my solution is to find a cute little local coffee shop and get back to keeping the community awake! While I'd love to go back to getting a "real" paycheck, I also do not want to add to my stress level. Being a therapist isn't the most stress free of career choices so... making coffee... that I can do. A barista is nothing short of a daytime bartender anyway and we all know a bartender is as close to a therapist without the need to confidentiality as you can get. Couple that with some yoga classes, and hopefully a number of privates to make child care worth the cost, and I just may be able to reclaim a piece of that ever elusive happiness I'm always seeking. If nothing else, a consistent break from my sole role of mommy so I can get back to enjoying the most important "job" I have. The only one that really matters. And there you have it. My big plan.

Though our upcoming move has left me with a bittersweet feeling and the anxiety of finding that "perfect" home has finally come to an end, as of today actually, I'm slowly allowing myself to feel a small sense of hope. I gave up allowing myself to feel hope some time ago; around when I realized I wasn't going to leave my husband and he wasn't going to fight the alcoholic in him hard enough to overcome it either. So to even feel an inkling of hope right now is a rather foreign emotion and I'm not sure how to react to it. My first instinct is to push it aside because allowing hope to surface has only left me feeling hopeless far too many times over the past handful of years. I'm fighting that urge though. With a new home on the horizon and a solid plan in place to get myself back out in the world of the living, I think allowing myself to feel a bit of hope is a positive first step in the right direction. 

In the meantime... there's the fun parts of moving to be accomplished like getting our new doctors in place, or old ones reestablished, getting the kids into a new school, packing... again, getting on the schedule at a yoga studio or two, changing our address...again. And of course there's many more of my vampire, witches, werewolves, fairy and other supernatural creatures apocalyptic filled drama and love stories left to indulge in. 

So my friends, here's to giving hope another shot. And may you never lose your hope like I did. It's really no way to live. 

Namaste.


And as promised... My "recent" book list. Recent as in about the past 5 months. Like I said, I have a problem! Yes, I've read all of these. Some a couple of times. And I may have missed some as formatting all this was a pain in the butt! Some are for an adult audience, which I didn't realize at the time, but they were excellent.


 

Giving the werewolves some love too.
2 in this series and definitely for
adults only.

 

There's 5 or 6 of this series depending
how you buy it. Very unique.
Can be more violent than one
might like but it's cheap and very good.

I hate to even say I read this series b/c it said it was going to continue with another trilogy and then the author just went MIA. But it was interesting... with no real ending.



Loved this series. 3rd one in
trilogy is not released yet. Check
out author's page here.







6 in this series. Last one to be
released in May. 1st one is a
movie already. Read them all in
5 days! Check them out here.

There are 10 books total in this series 
(Vampires Realm) and a few shorts you
can download for free here. Loved them all.


 







Only read first 3. Another adult read.
Same author as Vampires Realm. Sharing
my supernatural love with angels :)





Yup, read all 13. Prefer the original
author but I was hooked so I kept
on until the end. More to come! Order
to read is here. NOTHING like the show.

My most recent read. Cried my eyes out during
book 3! Unique, action and epic love story!



Just a good romance series. No
supernatural stuff. Series is here.


 

Home Sweet Home

As a child we moved quite a bit. It was often just my mom and I, with a period of time when she was in a long term relationship and even engaged. But mostly, just us... moving each year, never really having a place to call home. There wasn't a reason that I know of, we just moved. Change of scenery I guess. 

Somewhere along the line it became a running joke of calling our moves "spring cleaning". I can't remember who coined the little joke of our gypsy-like lifestyle, that wasn't really gypsyish at all since we always lived within less than a 10 mile radius, but the no roots part gave it a gypsy sort of feel. I was in 3 different elementary schools until 5th grade, when we finally settled... to live with my Pap. That was my home until I was 16. My mom's childhood home became the only place I ever knew as "home", though, it really wasn't "ours".

Ironically, twenty years later, my mom still lives in the same little house we moved in to after that, with my now stepdad. She found a place she calls home. The thing is, I only lived there two years before venturing off to college so it's my mom's home, not my home. I haven't even had my own room there in many years. 

In college, I of course moved a lot. Each year in fact, as most college students do. I lived in Charleston, SC one summer, subletted a place in State College another summer and the summer before graduating took me to California for an internship. I then took a job out there and moved twice in the 9 months I was there. If you didnt keep count... that's 9 addresses in 4 years. Upon returning to State  College for another year and 1/2, I added 3 more addresses to my tally before venturing down to South Beach (Miami) for grad school. 

From there I moved on to AmeriCorps the following year and then landed in St. Louis upon finishing my service. I actually ended up at the same address for over a year there! Then I called off my engagement and moved... Again. Upon finishing grad school I made my way "home", to my Pap's. Things finally slowed down when my now husband and I found our way back to each other and planted ourselves in Lancaster. We actually owned a home! The three years we spent there was the longest I lived anywhere, other than my Pap's house growing up. It was my first home.

I got married while living in that house. I brought both my babies home to that house. And then, we were off and running once again. Another house, another place to call home. Though I knew it was a 5 year plan and not a place to call our forever home, over 2 years under the same roof was something to relish in a bit. If you follow my ramblings here then you know I had a love/hate relationship with that old house. It was a pain in my backside, with something needing fixed practically every month. Heck, I was allergic to the darn place! But it felt like home. I adjusted to life in that house and our community quicker than I did anywhere else I had ever lived. And then... 2 days after listing it and sticking that for sale sign in the yard, it was gone. 

I wasn't ready. I'm still not... even as I once again find myself going through the rigmarole of changing my address on every credit card, utility, online shopping site I use, doctor bills and bank accounts... it's still a bit unreal. And it's amazing how much harder it is to move the older you get! It was easy to have 9 addresses in four years back in the day. Change utilities, pack up my clothes and I was off to the races, so to speak. 

So that my friends is where I've been these past couple months. Well, moving, working through some medical stuff with the kids and being addicted to my paranormal romance books. While I knew the move was coming since October, once the ball got rolling it sort of found a mountain and was released and I was more expecting a nice slow game of crochet! To avoid the stress, I threw my mind into my ebooks to avoid everything else as much as I could.

All our things are in storage some 250 miles away and the kids and I are renting a little house so I can continue to teach my yoga classes and privates and they can continue to go to school with their friends, where they are happy and comfortable. Which means once again, I have no home. My kids no longer have a place to call home and while we are blessed to have a roof over our heads to keep us warm and somewhere safe to go (my mom's) when our water becomes tainted with chemicals, my heart still aches that ache only a parent can feel. I want more for my kids. I want their life to be different and substantially better than mine ever was. It's what every parent wants for their child. It's like it's part of a parent's DNA to desire such things. I don't want them moving every couple years and not having a place they can call home.

I'm also certainly aware that my kids are far better off than I was and then most kids are. They have been provided for in a way my mom worked her butt off, often working 6 days/week, to do for me. Yet it still pains me. My husband and I made a rookie house hunting mistake by waiting 12 hours to see one more house rather than making the offer on the house we knew in our hearts we wanted. Now that house is gone. There's nothing left to see and no other place we can envision calling our forever home, at this point. So we wait. Every day I get my new home listing and every day I want to cry as nothing new comes in, nothing we want or ones we may want but are just out of reach financially. 

We've both done it all on our own. We paid for school ourselves and are paying down student loans. We didn't have parents or grandparents in a position to help us financially in getting started. Our families are more than generous and our kids want for nothing, which has enabled us to better ourselves in many ways and keep our credit card debt far below that of the average Americans. Yet I still always feel this sense of struggle. 

I'm sure it's 100% related to that parent DNA of wanting more for their kids. It's like I can taste the fight my mom put up to give me everything she could. I watched her struggle and I watched her pain when she had to tell me "no" to things. She couldn't afford gymnastics, no matter how much I begged, but her dance teacher growing up ensured she could afford to put me in dance. While I wasn't very good, it still provided me with a sense of confidence every young girl needs. It warms me to know I don't have to worry about such things. My kids aren't even in school yet and have done more activities than I was able to be involved in throughout my whole childhood! Gymnastics and swimming. Violin and soccer. We've got T-ball and more soccer on the horizon and really, anything they desire. They will have the opportunity to find their calling, whatever it may turn out to be, and follow their dreams with few obstacles in their way. I know we are lucky and they won't know that struggle I did as a child.

I'm able to stay home with them which is something I dreamed of as a kid. I wished my mom could be home when I got home for school. I hated daycare and begged and cried until she finally let me come home on my own at the age of 8. There weren't the laws then as there are now and the owners of the house lived downstairs if I needed anything. I dreamed of the day though that I could be that mom who was always there. The one who could drive my kids to school and volunteer in the classroom or on field trips. I never dreamed that staying home with my kids would be so damn hard, of course! I'm certainly not my mother. She had patience and would have been a fantastic stay at home mom. I keep thinking I'll get better but my patience grows more thin each day and I've been questioning this dream quite a bit lately. But that's another post for another time.

I have other dreams though. To ensure my kids are raised Jewish, to pay for their college and to provide them a place to call home are a few of the biggies. A place they can be proud to come home to each day. One they are excited to invite their friends over to. One they look forward to coming back to after they are grown and spread their wings. I know deep down it sounds so shallow and materialistic of me because in the end, it's just a house, but I can't help what I want for them. I want them to have what I didn't. And everything in between. 

It's what keeps me holding on tot the sliver of hope that their father will get the help he needs to be sober for the long haul, so that they have a dad. It's what keeps me from going back to a full time job outside of the home, so I can be there with them until they spend their days in school. It's what keeps me putting money into their college fund when I'm sure it could be put to good use in other places  right now. And it's what breaks my heart when I search each day and can't find them a home. 

Sure, home is where the heart is and all that. I get it. My home is my mom. As cliché as the home is where the heart is... old habits die hard. Lifelong dreams, no matter how trivial they may be in the grand scheme of life, are difficult to let go of. I'm sure we'll find something. Eventually. I just hate to let go of any part of that dream and settle in any way. I've settled in many ways when it comes to life and I fear one more might just break my will to fight for each of my dreams. It may just be a bunch of wood and nails, but this house we search for represents so much more than that at this point. The symbolism of it, of providing our kids a home is all I can hold on to right now when it feels like so many other parts of my life keep crumbling down. 

So, fingers crossed, positive vibes, and all that goodness is much appreciated. And I apologize for such a lengthy absence. I hope this explains it and all is forgiven!

Please keep uplifting thoughts for all those effected my the chemical spill where I live as well. It's a long road ahead here in West Virginia. It's a scary thing to think your water may have a nasty chemical in it for many years to come and no one knows it's lasting effects on people or the environment. Maybe someday we humans will learn. Our planet is not unbreakable and we need it to survive. 

Namaste friends. 

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