I’m sitting in my apartment in Albany, surrounded by boxes and misplaced furniture, listening to my nephew yell about something weird while playing Fortnite.
Our move is finally over, with the exception of the stuff still in my car that we just didn’t have the fortitude to move today. It’s weird finally living here, with all of my crap, and not just hanging out pretending to live here. I’ve never lived more than 20 miles from the house I grew up in, not even when I went to college. It’s not that I’m sad per se; I love Rochester, but I’m ready for a change of scenery. I like exploring new places and meeting new people, and in a city this size, it shouldn’t be difficult. I’ve already made new book friends at the library, and soon I’ll be getting involved with two writer’s groups and the local LGBT+ coalition. There’s a lot going on here. I like it.
I got to work in my office for the first time today, and I think it’s going to work out well.
It’s a tiny room, not much bigger than a walk-in closet, but it has a window and a light fixture and a door, and I kind of like having a small space. I’m hoping that having less space in my office means I’ll accumulate less crap, or at least find a more creative way to store and organize it all. My office in my last place was also the guest room, and it got so chaotic and full of junk that I didn’t use it for the last six months that I lived there. I kept telling myself that I’d clean/purge/organize, but it never happened. It was like out of sight, out of mind. I could just work on the sofa and hope for the best.
With one big hurdle out of the way, I can focus on other things. Like work. Not that I’ve ever really stopped focusing on work because it’s just not how I roll, but the last couple months have been really rough. A lot of things that I liked about my job changed and I wasn’t ok with it, then a few more things changed and suddenly it was ok again. I can’t say much more without getting into all kinds of boring, pointless details, but I’m happier with work now than I have been in awhile, and I’m back to thinking that I’ll stay there for the foreseeable future.
During my little hiatus my blog, my passion project, the thing I’ve poured more hours into than I ever imagined possible, marked its first anniversary. I really wanted to write some big thoughtful post marking the occasion, but with the move, work, and some other more personal stuff going on, I just plain ran out of time. I spent that day working from the car as Dan drove us home to try to finish packing and moving, plus a bunch of other crap. Working in the car is far more difficult than you’d imagine.
So, it just wasn’t a priority. I don’t know if that’s good or bad. It’s a milestone for sure; I thought about giving up so many times, especially in the beginning. In a way it would have been easier. It would have freed up a lot of time, and I wouldn’t have constantly been thinking about post topics and reviews and kicking myself for not getting posts up when I planned. At the same time, I can’t imagine not having this as an outlet. It’s almost a habit now, something I need to do to feel like my day is complete. Why mark the first anniversary of something that’s just a habit?
Admittedly, it’s a habit that I love. So, happy first birthday blog. I hope for many more.