Well, June.

What do I say to June? It’s the first month of Summer. It could be the wellspring and opening of gates. Glorious.

Instead it’s the beginning of a smoke ridden nightosphere that is known as Oregon.

Lets catch up on somethings. My husband M now lives in Seattle while I still reside in the Columbia Gorge. Sounds dramatic!! It’s not. We’ve had to do many a long distance stints while he was getting his career aligned with fisheries related occupations that it doesn’t even phase me anymore. Frankly, I don’t mind the alone time.

There are struggles, but M is not the source of them. I miss my Mother, my dog, my happiness. Work has me filling two and a half positions, which equates to 100 work hours a week, and I’m balancing at 50. I’m exhausted. On top of the work duties I squeeze into my 50 hour work week my weekends are booked.

This weekend, Juneteenth holiday, I have my annual girls trip. We are heading out to ZigZag, Oregon to a lovely cabin. Many pics incoming.

Then it’s the work holiday Party.

then it’s my trip to seattle.

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My house is a mess. I do my best to keep my life and clothes clean, but jesus, the chores are never ending.

I’m realizing how often I took my husband for granted. The things he did because my depression made me incapable. I’m slowly remembering all of the hobbies I had that my depression separated me from. I’m not ready to dive back into those hobbies, but, I’m getting there.

As always, I miss my Mother. There is family drama that I am unwilling or unable to detail out. However I feel it would’ve been nipped in the bud had my mother still be present. She didn’t suffer any fools.

xoxo
Amb