My last job (you remember: that interim position in Roseburg, OR), ended on June 15, and my new one (here in Kentfield, CA: finally a “permanent” job!) starts tomorrow. It’s been a five-week hiatus. Of sorts.
Several folks have remarked how wonderful it must be to have all this “time off.” To which I reply: “HA!” There’s really been no time, not even really a moment, to relax, as the items on my to-do lists have been more numerous and ambitious than ever. (Believe me: moving to another state in order to totally change your life is a deal, you know…)
I begin tomorrow, though, with an apartment that’s mostly put together (even though the books and art are still littering the scene, all still packed away in cardboard boxes). I have a functional living space, and that’s what’s really important to me.
Truthfully, I only really had one “day off” during this whole period. That was Saturday, June 30. I had supervised the loading of all my possessions onto the moving van the previous day, and I was staying with C in Eugene for two nights, Friday and Saturday, before beginning the drive to my new state on Sunday, July 1.