November 19, 2013
Cartoon depicting Moving Day (May 1) in New York City in 1869 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
When I wrote “more tomorrow” I forgot that I’m moving on the 19th. (Now you are wondering, how can a person forget something like that? But writing does that for me, one reason I took the NaBloPoMo challenge to write my way through November.)
Who knows what insomnia may bring, but for now, this is it. I’m hoping for a good night’s sleep, because I know I need it.
By the time you read this, I’ll already be in motion.
November 2, 2013
NaBloPoMo (Photo credit: underdutchskies)
As my life gets more chaotic with the process of moving (cleaning out one place, settling into another, with all the attendant messes involved) I notice that I’ve gotten less regular about posting here. So I am taking action! I registered for NaBloPoMo, It’s a lot of things (click on the link to learn more) but for me, it’s a commitment to post every single day in the month of November.
This is how things often happen with me: if I want to prioritize something, there’s nothing quite like making a public commitment to it. So there it is: let’s see if I can keep blogging while my life gets scattered all over San Leandro, CA.
“Home” is such an important place, and it can be such a slippery concept when we are under stress. I am living in two places right now, not fully in either, and the division is stressful. My office is in one place, my bed in another. Most of my clothes are in boxes, and I already know of one thing that probably got packed when it should have gone to Goodwill. Or maybe it didn’t. Nothing is sure anymore except that a lot of stuff is lost temporarily.
Our ancestors spent 40 years in the wilderness, wondering when they would get home to a place they had never seen. A whole generation had to pass before they could get to where they were going. Right now I can identify with them, even though I’m only moving a couple of miles, because I have pulled up the roots in one place and not yet put them all the way down in another. I’m living out of boxes, out of my car, and my car is a mess. When I think of it this way, though, I can’t fuss much: by the end of the month, I will be home. And in the meantime, writing this blog will be a fixed point in a moving universe, something that always helps me feel more secure.
When in your life have you been stuck in between? What did you do to take care of yourself in the meantime?