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The move, it proceedeth apace.
Feb. 10th, 2009 12:52 pmWe're definitely in the process of moving. How can I tell? All of my books are in boxes now, and the kitchen implements and bathroom stuff are soon to go as well.
It's weird and unsettling living in the space between dwellings. I'm officially a resident of my new complex now, along with Tyson, but we don't even have the new bed set up there yet. I just moved out on my own for the first time last February, so it's only been a year, and I'm sort of attached to where I am. I want this place with Tyson--I've been wanting it for several years now--but it still feels sudden, and going either to my not-quite-my-room at the old address, or going to the not-quite-Tyson's-room at the farm just feels weird. Most everything at the moment is in process or uncertain, and we all know how well Molly deals with uncertainty. Just about as well as fish deal with developing lungs instantaneously when they're out of water.
I've gotten better with dealing with not knowing things and living from day to day, but I still don't enjoy it any more. I hope that we can get the majority of my things moved out this weekend. The fact that we both have Monday off ought to help. I don't have that much stuff, though there's still some over at my parents' place from the last move, so I still have that to go through as well. *sigh* I just don't feel as though I'm getting much of anywhere with anything.
The writing will likely be on pause for a bit until I get settled. Sorry. However, I think that we'd all rather have good writing that I've taken my time to do than bad, hurried writing. So long as it's worth waiting for, right? I'll try.
It's weird and unsettling living in the space between dwellings. I'm officially a resident of my new complex now, along with Tyson, but we don't even have the new bed set up there yet. I just moved out on my own for the first time last February, so it's only been a year, and I'm sort of attached to where I am. I want this place with Tyson--I've been wanting it for several years now--but it still feels sudden, and going either to my not-quite-my-room at the old address, or going to the not-quite-Tyson's-room at the farm just feels weird. Most everything at the moment is in process or uncertain, and we all know how well Molly deals with uncertainty. Just about as well as fish deal with developing lungs instantaneously when they're out of water.
I've gotten better with dealing with not knowing things and living from day to day, but I still don't enjoy it any more. I hope that we can get the majority of my things moved out this weekend. The fact that we both have Monday off ought to help. I don't have that much stuff, though there's still some over at my parents' place from the last move, so I still have that to go through as well. *sigh* I just don't feel as though I'm getting much of anywhere with anything.
The writing will likely be on pause for a bit until I get settled. Sorry. However, I think that we'd all rather have good writing that I've taken my time to do than bad, hurried writing. So long as it's worth waiting for, right? I'll try.
