Exponential Ramblings

  The fact of the matter is that I am moving for the third time in four years. It's a process that is annoying and overwhelming. I thought that after I graduated college and moved into my boyfriend's place that would be it. No more moving. No more shuffling.    I whittled all my belongings down to 170 square feet from 2300 square feet in 2013. I threw a lot of items out, mercilessly. Kitchen items that were functional and storage units that could hold plenty of stuff. Knowing that I had little space to work with and lacked funding to rebuild a materialistic empire, I only purchased yarn, books, and art supplies in the past few years.    I try to keep a tight lid on spending despite the fact that I would like to buy one of every item from my part-time job at a craft store and I check more books out of the library than I buy. Which does not count for much since I can check two or three books out and buy the book I must have from Barnes and Noble the same week. B...

     Granny passed away February 3rd, 2018. I think a lot of us who were closely involved in her life and her final days are working on recuperating and healing. I don't think that there is any doubt that our lives have changed. There is a sense of relief as well as the loss of someone who shaped the person you were to become.     My siblings only know my mom's history since her 2nd marriage. Mom married my biological father September 2nd, 1973. I was born September 4th, 1974. Back then, in order to become independent and start a family you married young and went off on your merry way. Mom's home life was bit turbulent before her marriage and each of grandma's children shared in this turbulence. Our family has a history of anxiety and depression. Grandma may have suffered too but she hid it from everyone outside of family.     My biological father was a narcissist. There is really no other way to put that. You pair a strong woman with a self-cen...