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In The Home Stretch
Nov. 27th, 2005 07:57 pmThe downside of having my sweetie here for a nice, big, almost-a-week-long visit partway through our month and a half apart is having to say goodbye to him again at the end of the visit, knowing that we don't get to go home together.
I really truly did mean to post a great big list of things I was thankful for on Thursday, but I was too busy actually being thankful and celebrating with my husband and my friends - having him here for just a visit meant that I spent most of the past several days hiding away with him and ignoring the rest of the outside world. We emerged briefly to see a couple of movies (Harry Potter rocks my world; Rent was.... not bad) and go out to dinner once or twice, but other than that it's been a frenzy of re-familiarizing myself with the big handsome blonde guy I married.
He's on his way home now, hopefully safe and sound, and I'm still here. Suddenly West Virginia seems a lot bigger and quieter. But in one more week, I'll be home too, in my beloved, overlit, noisy, cultural hodgepodge of Massachusetts. I've been feeling lost lately, and a bit overwhelmed - I've lost track of a few things I shouldn't have, and my work schedule got a bit mangled trying to keep track of too many disparate things starting at once, which is making me feel very small and stupid and overwhelmed - but I'm willing to bet that a lot of that (both the confusion and the feeling-smallness) is due to stress and life-turmoil, and hopefully once I'm home for a little while everything will be back on an even keel.
I've read a bunch of books, crocheted a lot, stitched until my eyes crossed, and watched enough back episodes of 'Law and Order' to fill my lifetime quota of unrealistic crimes. I'm at a bit of a loss about what to do, now. I can sit still for half an hour or so, but after that whatever I'm doing suddenly fades away, and I have to get up and find something else. So the current thing-to-do is babble here, and it's kind of amusing - the stream-of-consciousness writing looks a lot more like the diaries I've kept before than almost anything I've ever written here online. I hope I'm not being too utterly dull and boring.
Maybe I'll do some translating. That'll be a change of pace,at least for a little while.
Seven more days.
I really truly did mean to post a great big list of things I was thankful for on Thursday, but I was too busy actually being thankful and celebrating with my husband and my friends - having him here for just a visit meant that I spent most of the past several days hiding away with him and ignoring the rest of the outside world. We emerged briefly to see a couple of movies (Harry Potter rocks my world; Rent was.... not bad) and go out to dinner once or twice, but other than that it's been a frenzy of re-familiarizing myself with the big handsome blonde guy I married.
He's on his way home now, hopefully safe and sound, and I'm still here. Suddenly West Virginia seems a lot bigger and quieter. But in one more week, I'll be home too, in my beloved, overlit, noisy, cultural hodgepodge of Massachusetts. I've been feeling lost lately, and a bit overwhelmed - I've lost track of a few things I shouldn't have, and my work schedule got a bit mangled trying to keep track of too many disparate things starting at once, which is making me feel very small and stupid and overwhelmed - but I'm willing to bet that a lot of that (both the confusion and the feeling-smallness) is due to stress and life-turmoil, and hopefully once I'm home for a little while everything will be back on an even keel.
I've read a bunch of books, crocheted a lot, stitched until my eyes crossed, and watched enough back episodes of 'Law and Order' to fill my lifetime quota of unrealistic crimes. I'm at a bit of a loss about what to do, now. I can sit still for half an hour or so, but after that whatever I'm doing suddenly fades away, and I have to get up and find something else. So the current thing-to-do is babble here, and it's kind of amusing - the stream-of-consciousness writing looks a lot more like the diaries I've kept before than almost anything I've ever written here online. I hope I'm not being too utterly dull and boring.
Maybe I'll do some translating. That'll be a change of pace,at least for a little while.
Seven more days.
