I’ve decided to move closer to Salt Lake City. Right now I commute 30 minutes each way to work. While I love my place and living with my amazing friend Heidi, I want to be closer to the downtown action.

Recently, I found my dream house. I’m not kidding. It is beautiful and old; rich with history, creaky floors and a Secret Garden style yard — filled with flowers and make believe and love!

Now, I’ve never been a believer in love at first sight, but I fell in love with this house.

I seemyself in it. I see all of my furniture perfectly fitting and of course matching like it was meant to be. I see coming and going for years to come, and despite it’s quirkiness, I see myself happy because it has a personality that matches mine.

Honestly, I can not get this house out of my head.

Why?

Because it’s like the lover you are passionately, crazy about who is absolutely no good for you. And even though it KILLS you, and you know you will always wonder, you let him go.

In short, this no-good-dream-house of mine doesn’t. allow. cats!

A life without the one constant I’ve had through six moves and countless breakups over the past five years, is just not one I am prepared for.

Before you call me a sap, or tell me it’s just a cat, please allow me a moment to go crazy cat lady on you.

My cat is a Bitch with a capital B. She hates EVERYONE. She hisses at small children and makes them cry. In the year and a half that ED and I dated, she never warmed up to him. I have to sedate her to take her to the freaking vet because it’s the only way they will see her!

But…for some reason she knows I am her mom and she doesn’t hate me. She loves me and cuddles me and lobbies for my attention amidst homework and other distractions.

She is the kid that only a mother could love.

When I first fell in love with the no-good dream-house it actually crossed my mind to try to find a good home for Aurora. The thought lasted all of 10 seconds before it had me tears because no one would want her. No one would ever love her like me because she wouldn’t let them get close enough to even touch her! She is my loyal bitchy kitty and I’d freaking die without her!

So long beautiful, charming, magical, old house! Parting is sweet sorrow, but if you can’t accept me as I am, then obviously we are no good for each other.

Blogfully yours,

Summer

*This post was originally written a few weeks back and slightly modified due to recent occurrences. I have since found a place that I am ecstatic about. Not only is it adorable, but it accepts me and all of my baggage.

Meow

Summer Bitch kitty, Finding Home