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Changing My Trajectory
As many of you know, I’ve been house hunting lately. I’m dreading the whole packing and moving thing, but it’s nice to think that my next move might just be my last. But who knows what the future holds? That’s the exciting part. By moving, I’ll be changing my trajectory in life. I’ll be shopping…
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Emotional Spring Cleaning
Yes, it’s the first day of summer, I get that. But it’s never too late to do some spring cleaning. Spring is a state of mind; a time for things to be fresh, vital, and new. I’ve been getting rid of a lot of stuff lately. My last relocation, of 3100 miles, pretty much burned…
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Making Myself at Home
I moved to Seattle from Florida at the end of August, and I still have a ton of boxes that I haven’t gotten around to unpacking. My focus has been elsewhere. I’ve been trying to learn my way around this city. I’ve been trying to fit in at work. I’ve been coping with tendonitis and…
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Post Nubila Phoebus
It’s been one helluva year! I’ve had the highest highs and the lowest lows. It reminds me of the time when I was 12 years old and we went to the beach. I made the mistake of turning my back on the ocean. The next thing I knew I was being tossed and spun around…
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Feeling Transient
I just moved in to this house a month ago, and then got this fantastic job offer on the other side of the country, so I haven’t really unpacked. What would be the point when I’d only have to pack up again? The other day I needed a spatula and had to dig through about…
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Discarded Futures
It’s ironic that I’m about to move again, because I just moved into this place a month ago. But this job offer is too good to pass up. I’m excited. I’m dreading loading up my stuff again. And I have GOT to get rid of things. I can no longer lug long playing records from…
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Reinventing Yourself
Well it’s official. I got my dream job, and it’s 3049 miles away. I have no idea how I’m going to get there. The shipping container quote alone is $4000.00. Then there’s gas, food, hotels, first and last month’s rent and security deposit… I’m freaked out. And how do I find a place to live?…
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Out I Shall Get
The minute my boyfriend passed away, my landlady decided that even though I only rent 1/3rd the square footage (and now presumably would be using much less electricity), I should now pay 2/3rds of the electric bill. When I said that this was unfair, she told me that maybe someday I’d grow up (I’m 49)…