I spent last summer agonizing over finding a new job and what I would possibly do if come September, I didn't have a job. I spent the summer trying to enjoy our new home, while also trying not to think about losing it.
I spent a lot of the summer feeling anxious and unable to relax. In addition to dreading meeting with my boss, I worried constantly about finding a job and paying bills.
To distract myself, I painted our kitchen, living room, sun room, and bedroom. I unpacked. I tried to make this house feel more like a home.
And in September, we got Bronx. Being home allowed me to train him and spend the important first few months with him.
You might remember that I totally believe that everything happens for a reason. As tough as last summer was, I know that I needed to go through it and that actually, it ended up being perfect timing. I had the time to take care of our home, I had time to give Bronx exactly what he needed as a puppy. And none of this would have been possible if I hadn't had to go through that tough summer.
Sitting here one year later, I know that I'm lucky to have come through last summer with such little damage. We still own our home. Bronx is a well-adjusted little peanut. LoLo and I are stronger than ever.
I said it once and I'll say it again... everything happens for a reason.