too much Drama
We had Personal Drama, we had Last Day at Work, we had GoodBye Happy Hour, we had Roommate Drama - entirely too much emotion tied up in a Thursday. And despite it all, I still only slept about 5 hours, from 10:30 to 1:30 and then from 5 to 7. I’m not feeling stressed, exactly, but sincerely hope that once I’m settled and working, I’ll be able to sleep for seven or eight hours at a stretch again.
I was so adverse to being here, so committed to going Somewhere Else, that I hadn’t fully realized all of the connections that I made, despite myself. Good friends and good work and good memories. The lesson here (and there’s always a lesson), is not to do things halfway. Once you’re in, BE IN.
Wrestling with the apartment continues. I must say that I’m a little disappointed that the Packing Elves have not yet come down my chimney to spread colored eggs and packing tape despite the baby tooth that I left under my pillow for them … am I mixing my metaphors again?
It’s kind of chilly here this morning with a fresh breeze whipping the curtains about. I had the sudden realization that I’ll finally have a BATHTUB again and I was exceedingly cheered. Would be MORE cheered with coffee, but everything is packed and anyway, it occurs to me that this sleeplessness has coincided not only with the introduction of Job and Move, but with my Very Happy Introduction to Iced Coffee. Perhaps a small separation is in order …
