24 June 2018

smiling

Today I woke up sore and sunburned and happy.

Yesterday Foxy Grandpa invited me to the beach with a couple of his friends, and I had the BEST day. I unpacked zero boxes. I cleaned literally nothing. My laptop stayed closed.

The beach is always a good idea, but I really, really needed a day of relaxation. It was the perfect way to force myself to take a breather. There's nothing to do at the beach but relax and chill.

So that's what I did. With reggae music on the bluetooth speaker, a nice breeze, and a slushy little bottle of rose.


I always take time to appreciate my blessings, but I kinda forgot that life is supposed to be fun. I really forgot that relationships are supposed to be fun. Chris stopped doing social things with me years ago and I forget how nice it is to share those simple recreational moments with someone you dig.

I also forgot how easy it is to make new friends... when you make new friends. Because when you hang out with new people you get to meet THEIR friends, and so on.

The couple I met yesterday were the kind of people that buy some cheap blow up floaties at the gift shop to use in the water, but before we left the beach they gave them to some random kids to enjoy. THOSE ARE MY KIND OF PEOPLE.

Yesterday was so, so good for my soul.

17 June 2018

hello from the other side

I had a quiet moment to myself this afternoon, so of course it's time for a brain dump.

Packing and moving was chaotic and insane and I am becoming pretty adept at rolling with the punches. I called in a LOT of favors. I could not have survived this on my own. I'm so grateful for the good people in my life.

Looking back, it's actually bewildering how much stuff happened in such a short period of time. 

I can't believe somebody actually bought our house. There's another car in the driveway and someone else is walking into that house every night. It's a little weird to wrap my head around.

I can't believe that I made an offer and closed on a house in 10 business days.

I can't believe that a few of my friends and I packed up my house over the course of an evening. 

I can't believe that my movers cancelled the day I closed on my new house, and I can't believe that we rallied and unloaded everything in mere hours. 
(Really, where was that time warp?)

I can't believe my new surroundings. It's unreal how pretty this house is.
I'm typing this in bed with Pumpkin, computer atop a shrink-wrapped nightstand.
The view outside my bedroom is serene.
Last night I soaked in a huge, deep tub full of hot water and epsom salts and felt at peace.
Earlier today I sat on the back porch and listened to the rain while I watched the fish pop out of the water and planned what kinds of flowers would go in the empty spaces in the garden.

There's a lot to adjust to, but the immediate chaos has passed. It's been replaced with lots of little projects and unpacking.

I spent 20 minutes today looking in the garage for the box that contained my undies. Plus I've been living with no fridge and I'm so tired of eating out.
I'm SO HAPPY it is scheduled to be delivered tomorrow, along with the washer and dryer. 

Which is awesome because in addition to the undies situation, I have no clean pants. I'm totally going to be rocking a dress in the lab tomorrow and I don't really have a choice, but it'll be just fine.

07 June 2018

a wonderful shitshow

I can't remember a time when my day wasn't filled with resolving one small crisis after another. Adaptation has played a key role in maintaining my relative sanity.

To be fair, the amount of things that have been accomplished in the last week or so is freaking remarkable. I've got a good team of people on my side, for sure.

To date, after a small amount of drama, there are finally two PODS outside my house. One eventually bound for Lubbock, one headed a few blocks down the road. His and Hers PODS. That makes me chuckle in a macabre way.

The PODS are empty right now, but at least they're there. One small crisis after another. Calling on some reinforcements to fill them both. Thankfully I've helped enough people move in the past that I don't feel guilty about that.

I'm so tired. Work is busy but things are progressing well on this install. I'm so thankful for colleagues who step in to help out. I've done that before, so karma is killing it right now.

My emotionals are a little wonky. Again, I'm exhausted and overwhelmed so I expect that. But overall the wonkiness is working itself out and I kinda feel at peace in the midst of all this tumult... and that makes no sense but I'm getting really good at rolling with things.

Less than a week from now, (I hope) I will have the keys to a different house on my keychain.

Life will have shifted again and dumped me out in a different mindset.

And oh, isn't that a crazy thing?

02 June 2018

on track

In case you were wondering, all of the inspections are done on the new house (not without drama, of course). It was a ridiculously busy week with all kinds of hurriedness, plus a flat tire on Friday that completely screwed up all my plans.

Today Helen and I looked at each other and nodded our heads, agreeing that it was a good idea that I move forward with the purchase. Yes, it is an old house so of course it needs some work, but I knew that. But I'm happy because I know exactly what work needs to happen. So, let's rock and roll!

Focusing on packing. It doesn't seem like a lot but it kind of is. I opted against a packing party this weekend because there are still 11 days until closing and I still need to live here. Perhaps next weekend? I talked to my boss and I can take a couple days off work because now I have some backup.

Trying to get on Chris to get his pod delivered sooner than later so I can get his stuff out of here and only worry about myself.

Because the plan is to wake up in my new house in less than 2 weeks. GAH! So much to do.

P.S. I have a hot date with foxy grandpa tomorrow. We're going to an axe throwing range (different, right?) and then to dinner. He planned it all. He wasn't sure about the restaurant so he called to make sure they could do gluten free food. THEN an hour later he called again to talk to a different person just to make sure their answers matched.

If that's not swoon-worthy, I don't know what is.