Wanderlust

I'm sure there will be no shortage of people to oblige me...

Next time I decide to move--no, next time I decide to drag out moving over a matter of weeks and months, just kick me. Or shake me. Or take the keys out of my hand and drive the car to wherever it is next headed and get on the phone and cancel all services that keep me complacent.

I would feel a heck of lot better on this particular move if either David or I had paying jobs to look forward to when it ends. But no, we each have job searches and further housing decisions to make. And both of the cars have had lots of little things needing fixing, only reminding me of their mortality, which is not a good time paired with above reality. So the move is only part of larger issues. Ack!

My venting sounds worse than I actually feel (most of the time), but it has been a bad few weeks. I don't mean it to sound like I'm miserable--I'm a fundamentally happy creature. And I certainly am not any closer to hating moving. As David can attest, even with all the hiccups of our latest cross-country "relo" I do not swear off another major move. I will, however, admit that moving is very tiring and tedious and requires a lot more shedding and compartmentalizing of belongings in a timely manner than is my natural preference.

So, I am stressed and anxious. I desperately want more of a routine and predictable places to be and sleep. I want a functioning computer. I want to load my music onto my new iPod. I want a bathing suit that is not becoming see-through. I want the rest of my life to get going.

I'm going to take a nap now. :)