well, sometimes I look like this.
usually I look like this.
(but with a big, cheesy smile on my face)
...like this.
So anyway, I'm Krysta. Here are some things that make me really, really happy:
- Kevin (the love of my life/soulmate/bff/partner-in-crime)
- our house that we bought Nov09 and are verrryyy slowly making awesome
- our 3 dogs, Phoebe, the weiner, and Felon and Sammie, the American Bulldogs.
- humor... laughing is probably one of my favorite things ever. even more than laughing I love to make people laugh! when I find someone with the same weird sense of humor as me, it makes me ridiculously happy.
- making yummy num-nums
- Kevin's awesome, appreciative reactions every time he eats something I made =) and to a lesser extent, his constructive criticisms haha.
- playing in the dirt... food just tastes better when you've not only cooked it yourself but grown it with your own hands.
- music, movies, and the usual
- writing... this used to be a much bigger part of my life. I'm trying to reclaim that.
I'm a 27-year-old painted lady whose wild oats have been sown. My life used to be going out, watching bands play, and drinking my face off 8 nights a week. Not gonna lie, good times. I have no regrets! But I am also thankful, grateful that that part of my life is over. I met my manfriend, and we fell in the kind of love I'd previously thought was an unattainable ideal, a fantasy concocted by my imagination and high expectations running amok. Used to running whenever things got boring and/or scary, I was finally secure in the love of a wonderful person, the first to truly know and unconditionally love and accept all parts of me, good and bad, the predictable bits coupled with the occasional bouts of insanity. He was the first to ever let me feel comfortable enough with myself to fully share (or even acknowledge) who that person really was. He was the first to encourage the quirks and idiosyncrasies I had always considered personality flaws, things that made me inadequate.
We bought a house, and suddenly, there I was, putting down roots in a place I swore I'd leave again someday. Before I met him, I had had it in the back of my mind that I would eventually be off again to a bigger, more exciting place than my hometown. But there I was, getting sucked into domesticity, and not minding a bit. Me, the former commitment-phobe, the flighty, fickle girl, actually thriving and relishing the growth of roots. Somehow I turned into this broad that wants to stay in and cook and bake and decorate and have a glass of wine on holidays. Sometimes I feel I should want to do the things I used to enjoy in my youth, and feel a bit guilty for not wanting to meet friends at the bar. I realize my existence has become relatively boring... and yet, with the fast pace of my adolescence, it feels only right- cozy- that the pendulum should return. Somehow, with all this housewifey-ness (not to mention the amazing man that for some reason loves the shit outta me) came happiness... I feel more at peace these days than I ever thought possible. I finally feel settled, as though whatever I'd been searching for has been found. The lifelong, frantic sense of restlessness has dissipated. I am home.
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