I haven’t written anything substantial in a month. It’s amazing how much free time I suddenly have.
I caught up on my property manager duties, have been showing apartments every day, and finished reading a novella. I watched two movies last night and this evening, I’m streaming Cheers.
So why am I not jumping for joy? Isn’t this what I wanted? Free time?
I miss writing. I miss it a LOT, but I’ve decided to take a break. Today, Suki gets her teeth cleaned and my taxes get done. Next week, I have to deal with last-minute packing for the move. And every day, I have to work or the bills don’t get paid.
Then I move, which means I have to unpack everything and find a place for it in an apartment I’m sharing with AJ. I asked my boss today how many square feet it was. He said “432.” I’m starting to realize how small this place is. Also, it lacks wall space; every room has a radiator in it. Radiators! I can’t remember the last time I was in a place that had them. I’m going to have to be ruthless regarding my stuff. And I’m getting nervous about having enough space.
The boss and his energetic wife have ripped out half the carpet and all of the bathroom tile. It looks like shit right now, and the kitchen cabinets haven’t been dealt with yet. They’re getting yanked and replaced, too.
I’ve been sorting out and dumping the garbage, giving things away, and finding homes for items too expensive to pitch. Surprisingly, I don’t mind. I like the idea of streamlining my life. How AJ is dealing with this is another thing altogether. Bad enough he had to find a home for his dog, Princess.
What if we’re making a HUGE MISTAKE moving in together? I mean, right now, he can go to his apartment when we need space. What happens when one small apartment is all we have?
Taking a break makes sense, given the craziness in my life right now. It’s the first time I’ve stopped writing in almost five years. A part of me wonders if I’ll ever start again.
When I was in Florida, I briefly lived in a trailer with a fenced yard. It was a terrific place, even if I did have to haul water in because the local stuff was disgusting. The neighborhood was rather insular and offered a lot of dirt roads to walk. There was a Lowe’s half a mile away, and a busy road with lots of traffic, but inside the neighborhood, you’d never know it. Florida is full of little neighborhoods like this. It’s one of their hidden charms.
I had a porch I loved to spend time on. This photo was taken there. The Mardi Gras beads came from a close friend.
There were snow flurries today, so of course I thought of Florida. 🙂