Also yummy food pics, if you just want to skip to the end.
In the last two weeks I’ve moved house (from my terrible, no good, awful apartment to a much better one), attended World Fantasy Convention 2014, and prepped for my next writing workshop, which starts this Saturday. So far I’ve really only had one day of “rest” in all of that, and that’s mainly because I slept through most of Tuesday. I’m not yet caught up enough to take a break intentionally, and for the first time in a long time, I’m actually okay with that.
See, I’m busy — so busy — but being out of the old apartment relieved so much stress that I no longer feel the world is a pile of bricks I can’t juggle fast enough. All of the things I have to do are just tasks. And, I’m tearing through them so quickly that I’m expecting to be caught up, for the first time in more than six months, within a week or so. That doesn’t mean I’ve done everything I wanted to do, but I am finishing up everything I needed to have done. Once I’ve got that list completed, I can focus on the writing, editing, and reading I’ve been trying to get to for far too long.
Once I’m back to doing those things, I’ll be back to being me.
I spent most of October looking for a new apartment, and packing up the old one. At nearly the last possible minute, I found a great place — better than I’d hoped for — only a few blocks away, so I didn’t have to give up the great school system that was a big part of why I’d taken the old tiny, basement apartment in the first place. I spent another 9 days moving, one car load at a time, logging an average of 6 miles a day (according to my FitBit) just from walking up the steps of the other place, to the car, back down, get another load, walk back up the steps… multiplied by a hundred trips. I couldn’t afford to both move and rent a truck/hire movers, and my person who’d normally have helped ended up sick, so me and my son (okay, mostly me) did it all ourselves. The one thing I did pay for was an extra week of rent at the new apartment so I could start moving in a week early, and I’m so glad I did.
The up side to moving like that is that I got to deal with each car load of stuff away as I brought it over. Before we went for another couple of boxes, or tote bags full of books, I put what I’d unpacked exactly where I wanted it. By the time we were officially done moving out of the old place, the new apartment was a home. Curtains were hung, rugs put down, furniture in the right spots, dishes in the cabinets, clothes in drawers. I literally have only one box left to sort through, and there’s a chance most of that will be donated/thrown out. (Another benefit of knowing that I’d have to lug each box over by myself is that I only packed what I wanted, and managed to get rid of all the useless junk a person acquires over time before leaving.) I still need a few things — a living room rug, some bookshelves, since the one I’d been using came with the old apartment and had to stay there — but mostly, we’re happily settled in.
Which is good, because right after the move was finished, it was time for WFC.