Packing again....short-term solution ahead

Despite my intentions, things in my life did not 'play nice' long enough for me to get back into blogging.  Yet here I am, another early part of a new year, trying again.

And I'm moving.  Again.  This time down-sizing into a one bedroom apartment, but hopefully only for a 6-month stint before moving out of state.

So much has transpired, I don't even know where to begin.  Let's numerate the madness, shall we?

1. My 2012 divorce was finally finished as of last week.  Yes, you read that correctly.  LAST WEEK.  Although the divorce happened in 2012, it took my ex and his crappy credit score all this time to get me off the mortgage of my former marital home.  Let's not dwell....but suffice it to say, he and his lovely new bride are happy in the ol' homestead and that ****** no longer has the ability to jack up my debt-to-income ratio or have his defaulted payments hit my credit score anymore.  Good riddance.  And to think I wasted my 30's on that douche bag!
2. My long-time love interest finally realized that I was the best thing to ever happen to him.  So over the winter holidays, he asked me to marry him.  After 28 years of us chasing each other off-and-on over the years after first meeting back in college, we are finally together.  Well, sort of.... 
3. Which brings me to my present circumstance of MOVING.  My fiancé lives in Denver, I live in Chicago.  For the past few years we have been alternating visits every month or so between the two cities and trying to convince the other to move to our hometown.  Well, I have a great job here but my company has an office in Denver.  My fiancé just opened a new business in Denver, which he's still trying to get off the ground.  Coincidentally I didn't want to move out of IL until my ex-husband got me off the house here, which he now has done.  Thus, I'm giving my fiancé 6-months to get his CO business up and running.  The deal is, if he is successful, then I'll move to CO.  If he isn't able to get it into the black by August, then he has to come here.  Bottom line:  I'll be semi living out of boxes for the next 6 months. 
4. One of my much-respected and dear friends, in fact one of my Gardnerian uplines, passed away on 9/1/15.  Lady Nimue was an amazing teacher and fun-loving HPS, with whom I am grateful to have spent time with over the years.  Many a sabbat was spent in her company and she had some wonderfully funny stories of the early days of the Craft in Chicago.  I'm so blessed to have heard a lot of the local history and lore from her, and even more so to be able to share in the generous teaching materials that she left to her downlines in the area.  She gives me a real fortitude about getting a coven of my own started in the near future so that I can pass along and keep up the wonderful legacy she helped share.  Whether that ends up in Chicago or the "Chicago Line" takes root in Denver, remains to be seen.

And that, my friends, is why I have been MIA.  Working two jobs to keep the financial wolves from the door and trying to decipher what the Gods want me to do with my adult life now that my cronehood is just around the corner. 

Back to the land of the living...and blogging!

Alrighty then.

Quite a bit o' time has passed....and with it, a whole lotta personal life crapola.  Not the least of which is my impending divorce fun. 

The soon-to-be-ex-husband moved out in mid-November.  I struggled a bit through the holiday season, but mostly made it through emotionally intact....and what is more, stronger, relieved, and dare I say it...happier.

Well, getting that way.  Day by freaking day.

Got myself an attorney.  Got myself in financial good stead.  Getting my house cleaned up, emptied out, repainted and ready for the real estate market in the spring.

Most importantly....upgraded my car to a midlife crisis worthy mobile...a snazzy new convertible sports car.  Yes indeedy, this gal  ((thumbs pointing to chest)) is not going to "go gently into that goodnight" of forty-something female singledom without being armed with some cooler, self-indulgent toys to compensate for her second crack in the reliving the reckless youth she never had to begin with.

One of the many things being recovered, reconciled and revamped? 

You guessed it.  This blog space.  Back from the dead.  Full throtle and damn the torpedoes.  Or something.

So thanks for the patience gang, if any of y'all are still out there in internetland.  Am back....not with a vengence...but certainly with a new shine on my brass ovaries and a revved up new besom to cruise around and rant to Hel and back astride.

XOXO,
Albiana