Completely Discombobulated
I had intended to post on my feelings of closure of one part of my life and beginnings of another, but then everything this week went into a downward spiral. The center did not hold!
This past weekend, I helped ladybird move out of her apartment in New Haven. We lived together for 2 years while I was in grad school, though she had moved out of that apartment. It was hot and sweaty, but I was glad I was there to help. As I drove home on Sunday, I just felt free. I no longer have a home in New Haven. I have friends there, I will return to visit and make new memories, but it won't be home again for the foreseeable future. That realization let me leave behind a lot of old relationship baggage. I achieved new heights of closure!
The rest of this week has been up and down. I got up for crew on both Monday and Wednesday (and today, but more on that in a moment), but was unable to row either day. It was thundering Monday morning, so they wouldn't let us out on the water, and Wednesday, I played coxwain (it's a recreational league, so we take turns). This is less than ideal because it's all the lack of sleep and none of the endorphin rush!
Work has gone OK, I've muddled through somehow. On the plus side, I hung out with friends and got my laundry done in the evenings this week. Though again, not enough sleep. Taking the red line across the Charles last night, I just felt myself falling in love with Boston. I'm not sure it's home yet, but it could be.
Yesterday morning, I was running early for a change--then I got on the wrong bus. It brought me to Copley Square rather than Post Office Square, and I got completely turned around when I tried to walk a little way from one to the other.
This morning was the doozy! I dragged myself out of bed at 5 am, and got myself out the door, only to find my car up on a cinder block and two wheels gone!
So I went back to bed. I was supposed to go down to CT today for a business meeting and then go to a party in CT. The business meeting is not happening, but the party may yet.
Right now, I can only laugh. I've filed a police report (the police officer very cutely called the detective to find out if we could get finger prints off the cinder block), and now I need to figure out what to do with my car.
So, oh wise friends list: Should I report this to my insurance company? I don't expect it will be much more than my deductible.
Now I'm trying to recover the zen yet elated mood I had Sunday night. Could be much worse. But this does definitely make me more interested in selling my car and moving down town.
This past weekend, I helped ladybird move out of her apartment in New Haven. We lived together for 2 years while I was in grad school, though she had moved out of that apartment. It was hot and sweaty, but I was glad I was there to help. As I drove home on Sunday, I just felt free. I no longer have a home in New Haven. I have friends there, I will return to visit and make new memories, but it won't be home again for the foreseeable future. That realization let me leave behind a lot of old relationship baggage. I achieved new heights of closure!
The rest of this week has been up and down. I got up for crew on both Monday and Wednesday (and today, but more on that in a moment), but was unable to row either day. It was thundering Monday morning, so they wouldn't let us out on the water, and Wednesday, I played coxwain (it's a recreational league, so we take turns). This is less than ideal because it's all the lack of sleep and none of the endorphin rush!
Work has gone OK, I've muddled through somehow. On the plus side, I hung out with friends and got my laundry done in the evenings this week. Though again, not enough sleep. Taking the red line across the Charles last night, I just felt myself falling in love with Boston. I'm not sure it's home yet, but it could be.
Yesterday morning, I was running early for a change--then I got on the wrong bus. It brought me to Copley Square rather than Post Office Square, and I got completely turned around when I tried to walk a little way from one to the other.
This morning was the doozy! I dragged myself out of bed at 5 am, and got myself out the door, only to find my car up on a cinder block and two wheels gone!
So I went back to bed. I was supposed to go down to CT today for a business meeting and then go to a party in CT. The business meeting is not happening, but the party may yet.
Right now, I can only laugh. I've filed a police report (the police officer very cutely called the detective to find out if we could get finger prints off the cinder block), and now I need to figure out what to do with my car.
So, oh wise friends list: Should I report this to my insurance company? I don't expect it will be much more than my deductible.
Now I'm trying to recover the zen yet elated mood I had Sunday night. Could be much worse. But this does definitely make me more interested in selling my car and moving down town.