A place in a home that is safe and warm
I’ve been sick for days and this is the first normal, productive act I’ve done since last week. I had food poisoning, or the flu, or something equally as retched and now I’m almost 100%. Still just tired all the time and that started early last week. I should have known it was coming on. I didn’t want to go to the gym, didn’t want to do any work, etc. Now I know why. I had to skip teaching one day because of how bad I felt. It was for the best - no way I could have made it. The driving alone would have been difficult.
While I was cooped up here alone doing nothing, I felt even more alone in this place. I mean, seriously, it’s not natural to have no place to go and no one to talk to each day. I mean, yes, I talk to my mister, but having him in the same home is completely different. There’s a comfortable feeling that there’s actual living going on. I don’t feel like a ghost or stuck in some day dream when I’m with him. This is why my move is such a blessing - this is not the place I need to be. I’ve known that for some time.
So while I am waiting to recover, I’ll post this little update just to say I did. I keep thinking I’ll keep updating twice a week but I just don’t.
I haven’t written, haven’t read, haven’t done anything but get a jumpstart on my diet. I can’t eat much so that’s helped me shave a few pounds off. So if I can keep up the lack of overeating (and I know I’m doing that out of boredom too) then I can get back to a ballpark weight that I’m more content with. I ordered CDs: Kasabian “West Ryder Pauper Lunatic Asylum”, The XX “The XX”, and The White Stripes “Under Great White Northern Lights”. I’ve watched a lot of television (there’s nothing on in the daytime; if you ever want to know what you’re missing while you’re at work, don’t worry anymore. There’s nothing interesting going on while your home except chat shows.)
Before I got sick I’d finally started writing (for myself only) a bunch of things I wanted to get off my chest about my former friend. It helped a lot because I know nothing I have said will stay on my mind. Once it’s out and expressed, even just for my own peace of mind, then it doesn’t have any bearing over me. I was also getting myself ready for mister to be here and for me to be moved out. I have a little over six months before I go and I am a pack rat so there’s a bunch of stuff I have to either donate or throw out. I still think I should just have the moving van take my things to my parents’ house up north and keep my things I may want to take back slowly but surely (books, notebooks, etc.) in storage in town. Again, it’s a big, wonderful project and I’m so thankful to have it. I can keep my sanity knowing I’m getting out of this static state.
It’s raining quite hard out right now and I’ll lounge about on the couch some more as I’ve been doing all weekend. The air this week has been so fresh and nice. Spring is surely here.
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