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Corey and I live with my parents. When I found out he was getting deployed, I felt like we had to get a house, so he had somewhere to come home to. So I could have my own space to cook and create and cry out loud when I want to. So my dog could sleep in the bed with me. Plans quickly changed after I lost my job, and I was dreading living at home, once again, for another year while he's gone.

I wanted pictures of our fresh life on the walls to keep me strong.

But I know well that life is not always beautiful, and sometimes you don't get a choice but to be strong. Or at least at like it, so you don't break down the people around you. And hey, sometimes it actually makes you feel better. What I have to remember is that I don't have a choice. I have to be strong.

Especially for one of the few people that I truly love.

Even if tears might be coming from my eyes as I type, I know that it's true. I am beyond blessed, and so damn lucky. I have so many dreams and goals for my life that I am excited about. I have years and years to look forward to with the love of my life. Most of all, I am happy. For the first time in my life, I really know that I am. So even though I might somedays stay in bed and only get out for tea, I know tomorrow I have to suck it up.

Sorry for the lack of posts around here, I want to take this blog to great places and through many improvements, so consider this a start. Or maybe it's just a promise to myself. Either way, I will try to keep the sad posts to a minimum. :)

  

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