So what we have here is an historic event: the first blog entry I’ve ever written from Boston. At least, I think that’s the case. I’m not really feeling up to the difficult task of going back in my blog to see if that’s the case.
It’s taken me a while to actually write anything because things have been…different, since I moved here. I won’t say stressful, necessarily, though there have been moments of running around. Or even mildly hectic. For me, things have been pretty laid back. Job hunting, some packing to move to our apartment, lots of reading; that’s about the state of things right now.
But I feel discombobulated. I’m trying to adjust without really adjusting. We’re getting ready to move to another apartment in three days, so settling down would be on the silly side. So I’m in a perpetual state of unsettled. All my stuff is in a suitcase. My bathroom stuff crammed into the little toiletry bag. And the bulk of my crap isn’t here to access. I’m constantly worried I forgot something vital back home. So far, I haven’t missed anything, but it’s only a matter of time.
I really want to get to the new place so we can actually have a place to call home.