This has been a crazy couple of weeks. A few of my major recent life events include the purchase of a new car, the downsizing of my earthly possessions for the third time in three years, and a move to a new apartment in a neighborhood I've had my eye on for quite a while.
This wasn't the most convenient possible time for upheaval - I've got a book coming out in September, another in October, and yet another in November, and a new one to finish in the next couple of months. But you know what, if things in your life follow a predictable and convenient schedule, then I'd venture a guess that your life isn't all that interesting.
Here's an odd thing - the people I usually lean on most all happened to be otherwise engaged during my move: they're out of the country or pulling quadruple shifts or visiting family or having surgery or beginning a new semester or getting kids to college or changing jobs. (No, they weren't just making excuses - these are *my* friends, people, the finest to be had.)
But I think that might have been a good thing. Because I had to do a LOT of hard things on my own, things I would have certainly let other people do if I'd had a chance, but there just wasn't anyone. And I'm really, really f'ing proud of getting through all of this solo. Who knew I could hire contractors and movers and negotiate with an auto dealer and figure out how to make an office out of a closet and fix my credit and create a budget I can live with? I didn't - not until now. But damn, it feels good.
|half moved in!|
|treasured Gigi Pandian originals already on the wall|
|why have kids? to help you move heavy furniture, that's why|
|view from my balcony - with city bus!|
|even our Whole Foods has civic pride|