Recklessly Thirty

It was about 10:30 in the morning when my dad told me he got a second offer on the home I grew up in. A twinge of sadness fluttered through me. This home that my parents had built the way that they wanted it, the home they built for me and my brothers, it's no longer be our home. We moved into the house on Halloween of 1992. I left it for the first time to venture off to Akron university. I came right back just a year and a half later because depression took over me. I stayed home for a few more years until I decided I didn't want to be there anymore and I took my life out to Nevada. Upon returning to Ohio, my parents home, I was welcomed right back into the room I grew up in. The room I played Barbie's, Lego's, and had sleepovers in. At this point in time, I vowed not to leave unless I knew it was for good. So for a couple years I got to make more memories. I left again in 2012 to move to Tennessee. I never thought that a short 3 years later I'd be right back at

I may not be that funny to you, but maybe my awkwardness and quirks amuse you in some way. I know that I can't help but laugh at myself every time I realize I did something new or again. So here goes part 7 of this journey we take together in learning about how insanely not normal I truly am! Sometimes I... Am afraid of all the noises and creeks my house makes. Moving to a new home doesn't come without new adventures.... or fears. I'm 3 or 4 months in now and I am still not used to it all. So when I hear something I freeze in my tracks and get ready to grab the nearest object in my path that I think would possibly knock someone out if they were in my house! Sometimes I... Eat sour candies. I'm not usually a Sour Patch Kids kinda gal, but every now and then I'll go ahead and grab something to change up my taste buds happiness and comfort for chocolate. Nevertheless, when I do grab something along the lines of some Sweet Tarts, I pop that little piece of sweetne