What is this Maple Tree, and why are you musing about its treehouse, new readers may ask. Well, there are several reasons for the inception of my blog name and tag line. First, since my surname at birth and now is Maple, I have always been fond of all things Maple: Maple trees, Maple Syrup, Maple-iced donuts…you get the picture. Make no mistake; I am a die-hard, stars and bars flag-waving American, but I even love the Canadian flag. So much so, that in college some sorority sisters and I hoodwinked this poor, unsuspecting fraternity pledge at a party into believing that the Maple leaf is the national symbol of Canada because my ancestors were among the first immigrants to settle in that country and did so much to help develop it. I even threw in some French words using a very bad accent to further convince the poor sucker. He was drunk enough to fall hook, line and sinker and even gave us all some decent beer other than the swill flowing from the free kegs, since I was royalty, and my sorority sisters made up my court.
Speaking of the ol’ college days, another cool thing about “Treehouse” is that when I lived off campus my senior year, the house I shared with four other women was named Treehouse. Total coincidence, mind you…the house already had that name when we moved in. Architecture students in the 70s designed and built the house around a tree. It was a very cool place to live. I didn’t even make that connection to my former abode until last night after I set up my blog page.
Fast-forward 2(0) years or so and, once again I find myself a Maple. I have considered using Maple Tree Homes as the name for my real estate business when I finally incorporate myself. Working on teams in real estate is a fairly new concept, but growing rapidly. If I ever run my own team instead of working as an individual agent, this will be my team name.
I’ve also taken a stab at online dating (more on that in another post), and Maple Tree was part up my user name…no use searching for it, I’ve disabled those accounts now. It’s not that I’m suddenly unavailable in the dating pool as much as that 99% of those I’ve talked to or met from the online sites have been a bit cray-cray or only looking for one thing. (Need I say more?)
Don’t get me wrong. After two divorces, I’m not looking to rush into another marriage any time soon; however, I have not given up on the idea that true love is out there somewhere, and I’m not looking for “one thing.” My first divorce devastated me. I could not stand to be alone, so I went out a lot when I didn’t have my kiddo. I tried the online dating thing then, too, and actually met my second husband on one of those sites. It was a whirlwind relationship, and we got married 11 months after meeting, despite concerns from those in my inner circle. Dear reader, I’m here to tell you, “Listen to those who know you best!” I rushed into that relationship because I didn’t like hated being alone. Take it from me, big mistake. You CANNOT be happy with another person if you are not happy with yourself.
So this time around, singledom (not a real word I know) has been all about me. I’m learning to enjoy my evenings at home by myself. I have binge-watched a few Netflix shows, texted back and forth all night with other single friends making fun of pick-up lines we’ve heard and just hung out with friends on decks and patios. Fortunately, many of my friends have kids around the same age as my baby, so even when I have him, we can still have adult interaction while the kids have fun together. That is a win-win in my book.
Speaking of binge-watching TV shows, I recently signed up for Amazon Prime and discovered Downton Abby. Started about a week ago and just finished Season 3. My thoughts throughout the day are now spoken in my head with a British accent. Someone please tell me this is normal!
If you are still with me, and you want to know more about me and the inspiration for me to start blogging, hop over to the About the Author page to learn more. I appreciate all feedback and will respond in kind.