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We moved. I have been living out of first a suitcase and then boxes for almost six months. To say the least, I am feeling disoriented. My life is buried somewhere in those boxes. It is not so much that the objects in the boxes are important to my identity. It is more that I am waiting for the objects of the past to show up in the present so that I can get on with my life. I have to either wait for or replace the objects. I cannot afford to replace the objects, so I must wait for them. I have been working long hours. When I am not working I am unpacking and organizing. The day-to-day activities such as bill paying, cooking, eating, bathing etc. are all-the-more time consuming because the support systems Attila and I need to accomplish them are in a state of chaos. We carry on, as best we can. The comfort of familiarity is a distant memory. Of course, there is a silver lining. I love my work. We love where we live. These are not small things. There is little time to write, and yet write I must if I am to enter into my own life once more. So, here I am. |
RECIPES :: Cast Worldly Distractions Chaos in a Box By the Easy Chair Always Coming Home by Ursula Le Guin (It is not a coincidence that I am rereading this book at this time!) On the Screen Coronation Street (I catch the odd episode, since I am usually working or trying to grab something to eat before I fall asleep in the evenings.) Weather 20°C A few clouds WINd NW 13 km/h GUSTS REL HUMIDITY 68% DEWPOINT 14°C PRESS 101.84 kPa VISIBILITY 24 km CEILING unlimited |
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