Some time soon I’ll stop going on and on about moving. But not quite yet…
Yesterday was the first day in a while when I woke and didn’t have to pull on crappy clothes and go lift heavy stuff. In fact, I just took care of some regular bid-ness. I washed the car and got the moving dirt removed, then I had some breakfast. It was all rather leisurely. Once I was done with that, I took a nap. A much-deserved nap, I might add.
After the seemingly-unending hell of moving, I can now let go. All I have to do is unpack, and there’s no time limit on that. I’m clean, and my muscles can begin to heal.
Honestly, I’m a little on the giddy side. I had forgotten what joy feels like. Now I remember.
I’m back, baby. I’m back!