We’ve been in Halfwack for a month and a half now, and we’re almost entirely unpacked. There are several random boxes in the garage that have no home, but as I located the last of the missing items (three pairs of boots and a picture of oranges – all vital), I find myself completely out of fucks to give about the unpacked and clearly nonessential leftovers. I can’t get rid of the contents – someday I will need my rainboots – but I’m happy knowing that they’re somewhere in the corner of the garage.
We had a whole lot of custom cabinetry put in to make the best use of our space. The very last of the pieces went in last week, and now the garage is outfitted with a workarea and ample storage for garage-type things. The media centre looks awesome, and having a TV again is weird: we don’t have a cable package and the digital antenna only picks up three shopping channels, KVOS in Bellingham, and two Jesus channels. We’re totally set!
Our place is huge, and the novelty of having stairs and multiple floors and offices has not yet worn off. Basically, things are awesome. No complaints.
And yet .. complaints. I don’t know what to do with myself. Since we signed the papers last May, my entire life was consumed with planning and packing and purging. Now that it’s all done (and we’re never ever doing it again), I don’t know what to do next. I was momentarily entertained with vacation planning – we’re going to Europe in late summer – but that’s not for another 120 days. I need to find some sort of mojo to shake this overwhelming apathy. I’m worried that I’ve become a weird hermit who’s rapidly losing touch with the rest of the world – I miss being a vital force. I don’t know what I was a vital force OF, but I feel like I was one and now I’m not and I don’t want to fade away. HI WORLD. NOTICE ME. I’M STILL HERE. I STILL HAVE WORTH!
This is entirely unsettling and it is too goddamn early in the month for an existential crisis. Buck up, buttercup. This is a temporary hump that you’ll get over, and you’ll be back to your usual effervescent self in no time.
.. right? That’s how this works, right?