06.22.09
Rainy Day Blues
There are a lot of things I could post right now. In fact, I’ve been working on lots of entries in my head lately. For instance I could tell you about the interesting conversation I had with Jr. about jealousy and cheating. I could tell you about the amusing story of the birthday present that Barney Stinson gave me. But it’s still raining, and as I was wandering around the grocery store I realized it felt like it had been weeks since I’d been dry and warm and safe. There’s something about having perpetually wet feet for the fourth or fifth time in a week that just makes you honest. Right now I should be doing a lot of things. I only need to make one more correction before I can send my dissertation off to my committee. But it’s raining, so instead I’m drinking a 2nd glass of wine and fullfilling Ash’s dreaming wish that I update my blog.
I have pretty much one thing to say: moving sucks. There’s always a point when you’ve moved and you look back at all those times when you were in your old comfortable life wishing you were somewhere else. And, all you want to do is go back and time and shake that person. It’s the funny thing about being comfortable, you forget just how nice things are. But when you’re in your kitchen full of boxes trying to make a dinner for the first time because you just can’t stomach one more meal out and you’re wondering just how upset your landlady might be if you tore out all the cupboards and replaced them with somethng that actually worked, that you realize how nice that old life was. Today has definitely been one of those days. It’d be nice to be 4 months from now with the boxes unpacked and the area understood. It’d be nice for everything to be comfortable again and to have a routine and not feel like I am teetering on the edge of oblivion at any given point. It’d be nice to have things sorted out. But for now apparently, the world is just wet, and I’m just a little tipsy.