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| Our new (rental) house, from the front. |
As you might have been aware, the last three weeks have been a gradual transition, moving from busy Silver Spring, MD to the slower pace of Ashland, VA. I’m just getting settled into the new home, my desk set up (roughly) in the new space. I sit from the spareness of my makeshift desk, Watson in my lap, as I try to figure out what I need to get done. I went to find a pen to make a list and it took 15 minutes. Finding the paper to write on took 10 more. It’s going to be a couple of pretty rough weeks for the business.
It seems the answer to every question is, “It’s packed, somewhere.”
But I can see, out of the shape of chaos, how things will be when they are done. Just like knowing that tangled yarn will, eventually, become an orderly ball, I know that somewhere, there are the threads of a routine and habit. I know that the boxes will vanish. We’ll get more shelving, so I can see my yarn. There will be a real desk instead of a temporary setup. It will come.
Right now, I’m enjoying the bright light shining into my workspace, and a list of things that will get done and checked off. I like that I’m no longer living in a bare-bones apartment. I’m comforted by the familiarity of my things and my furniture, my cats and my tea. It will be all right.
