It’s been a hectic week and a half. My wife and I moved 4 states from where we lived in Texas and we’re now in Florida. Yay! My wife got a “real” job making “real, adult” money and finished her PhD. Since I can work from everywhere (except the cold, my brain doesn’t work so well if it’s consistently below 50 degrees) we moved, and thank God that’s over.
I’ve been going crazy lately for a number of reasons. For one thing, moving is stressful, even if other people are paid to move you. There’s still a ton to organize and oversee, not to mention the waiting for your stuff to arrive at your new home. Then, surprisingly, we received a phone call from the Bichon Frise (small puffy white dog) breeder my wife really wanted to get a puppy from. So, the day we left, we picked up our little guy, Asher is his name, and drove 14 hours. Wheee. That wasn’t bad, actually, it was the most relaxing time during this period.
It wasn’t until yesterday I was able to set up my command center in my office and I didn’t even turn on the computer until this morning. Up to now, I felt like an addict suffering major withdrawal symptoms. I hadn’t written or edited anything over this period of about 9 days and I was feeling really shitty about that. I have deadlines to meet, you know, and I get really jittery and just plain foul when I can’t work when I want to. That’s not to say I don’t go days or even a week or two without working on my writing, but I always choose those times and this move plopped into the middle of my “shut up, I’m working” stage.
So when I pushed the power button on my computer tower and saw the blue lights of my case light the room to the soft whir of fans, I felt like a new man. Ah, the freedom of choice is such a grand thing. Now I just need to reenter the realm of productivity.
