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"This too shall pass, so raise your glass to change in chance...and freedom is the only love. Shall we dance?"
~from some song I've always loved by the Magnetic Fields.
Tonight is my second night in the new house (I'm house-sitting for a few months). I drove by my other neighborhood a few times on Saturday night (when I was DD and driving folks around to some great halloween house-parties for Dana's birthday). It made me feel quite nostalgic.
This all feels strange and surreal. There are many boxes I am trying to unpack at the new place. I still have to clean the kitchen at the old place. Apparently, I've been talking about this move forever (like I was gearing up in my mind that I was moving a month and a half ago), but I only actually really started DOING it with any matter of seriousness this last weekend. Like most people I know, but maybe to a greater degree, I always save packing until way too late and then curse, "I'm going to do it better next time!!" This time, I did much less cursing, and have done a lot more of letting it be what it is at the pace it happens to be...
Things (you know, all things...all areas of life) seem to be going at a break-neck speed, by my neck isn't breaking! In the moments I've had alone and unpacking, things seem peaceful and slow, in fact. When I finish unpacking, I can't imagine how lovely this space will be. I've fit a remarkable amount of social time into the last few weeks, considering the move, but will probably take the next few days to just work on unpacking and recharging before much more social activity. (I still have work to do, too. I can't imagine how in the world I would have made it to this point without quitting Whole Foods. If I had been working both jobs and dealing with the play, the relationship transition AND the move, I can't imagine what state I would be in right now.) Things are positive, but it feels like I need a lot of energy to process it all right now. I fell asleep so early last night, and woke up 2 hours later, with my book still open in front of my face. I was happy for the 1 hour of writing on BART this morning, for the 1.5 hours of walking time I snuck in to walk to and from the State of the City address in SF today, and for the 1 hour of reading on the BART back.
I went to the State of the City address in SF today (a la Gavin Newsom). I went to represent Golden Thread (the theatre company) because the Arts Commissioner invited us. It was weird and dry and I never did find the person I was supposed to... First off, did Gavin Newsom take dialect lessons from Bill Clinton? I don't know what Newsom's background is, but I kept getting the feeling that he Tivo-ed a lot of Clinton on C-Span and studied it when he was getting ready to run for mayor. Except Tivos weren';t around then, maybe? Second off, it was rather interesting, but a total waste of my time (except for the 1.5 hours of round-trip walking I took to go to it), since I'm not an SF resident, and he got rushed and didn't really talk about the arts until the end of the speech, when he was rushing through because he had gone way over-time (and man, it was obvious that it was an election year...) At the end, the woman next to me commented that her back was sore from sitting so much or something. I told her, "He kept us sitting down so long because he knew it would guarantee a standing ovation." She laughed and said she thought I was right.