Drink, Swear, Feast -- OR the truth about lying
Hello my darlings,
It's official! The next chapter in Ronda's choose your next adventure saga is beginning. Huge thanks to all of you who have offered to open your home to me. Rest assured your couches, guest rooms and basements are all safe and more importantly Ronda-free! I've signed an 8-month lease for a two-bedroom apartment in Downtown Denver. This apartment is small, but very nice and it's in a great location 10-minute walk to Union Station where I can catch light rail, 10-minute walk up 20th to watch a Rockies baseball game, not to mention all of the nearby coffee shops, bars and restaurants. Additionally, the Cherry Creek Trail meanders through the park across the street. My lease officially starts on March 2 and I am planning to move to Denver on/or around March 6. I will be spending time in the following weeks back and forth to clean, donate any items that aren't sold/given away in my upcoming yard sale (UGH - I DREAD the idea of having a yard sale) and finally attend the closing of my current house on March 20. I am excited and elated and terrified and confused and sad and happy and (insert random emotion here) about what this means and where life takes me from here, but let the journey begin!
Packing and purging my house, living among (and sometime out of) moving boxes and that damn widow book that my therapist wanted me to read has my mind spinning. That book! That damn book! It absolutely infuriates me reading about how pathetic the author thinks women are. Rather than perpetuating lies or making people feel like shit because they don't "have it all" I think I should pen a book (sort of a self-help (Please note that exactly like most self-help books, my book will most assuredly NOT be helpful, at all, to anyone, ever!) from the completely f*ed up to those of other varying degrees of fuckedupedness around me) about life, love and the pursuit of happiness. As an ode to everything opposite of that moronic "Eat, Pray Love" I think I'll call my book "Drink, Swear, Feast!" Naturally, I start with Drink because that IS what helps me cope with the day to day bullshit of life. Swear, um, you've all heard me and read this nonsense, so yeah, swearing can't be much of a surprise, but I call it out specifically because I don't give a shit what the "experts" say about love and relationships, they are really hard and they actually suck much of the time. Finally, Feast because in my life food is joy. Nothing gives me more pleasure than sharing a beautiful meal, accompanied by lascivious libations and colorful (read expletives welcome!) conversation with friends.
OK, I'm not sure if I will ever write a book or not, but thinking about it makes me happy and provides an excellent mental distraction from the banality of packing.
Until next time....
XOXO
PS - The apartment does offer free overnight parking for guests, so let me know when you want to come visit me!
PPS - I still have lots of shit to sell, including Boob Kitty Kitty. Step on up - I know one of you wants to own Boob Kitty Kitty!