Settling in

The move out has been completed, but the move in goes on. It’s one thing to move into a vacant home and fill it with boxes and assorted personal detritus, but it’s entirely another thing to move into a home where several people already have accumulations of their own. I’m sitting at a desk as I type this, surrounded by various printers (three?!), odd computer bits, and framed pictures yet to find places on the walls. At least the TV works. My kids haven’t had a TV in a very, very long time, and have spent the past week catching up on shows they had previously never heard of, all on DVD with no commercials. As I wander through the rooms putting things away, I keep getting sucked into the small screen drama. This thing that I’d avoided for so many years keeps catching up with me and reminding me how much fun it is to drift into a TV coma for a while. Then I remember how many books I have on the shelf beside my bed upstairs and I feel guilty for not reading. So it goes.

The kids are adjusting, the dogs are adjusting, my housemates are adjusting. It’s all good.

The one thing I have not been handling well is the lack of work. I shut my retail shop for the time being as I have no space to keep it running, nor do I want to, much as I love it. I don’t have any writing in the hopper for now, and that makes me a bit twitchy. I’ve reverted to being domestic and walking the dogs, cooking meals, cleaning, gardening, and trying to find my footing. I have become June Cleaver for the time being, and while it’s not so bad, it isn’t really me, either.

Time to snap back into marketing again and get my name out there. I guess this is my summer vacation, but I’m ready to get back to work.