It Takes A Year
In case you're feeling daring enough to pack up all your possessions and move to a new location, let me warn you that it takes about a year to achieve any sense of normality. That doesn't mean you'll have figured out where you stashed things when you unpacked, or know how everything works, or anything of that kind--that will still be happening. But to go back to any sort of activity that you would have done before the house prep/sale/move saga rather than something dominated by the ordeal. This morning I visited blogs while eating breakfast. I haven't regularly done that in a year and a half. I've barely done any knitting all year, but last night I sat down with the Kauni cardigan and got 5 more rows in. I cooked TWICE yesterday--the new house has the kitchen of my dreams, but we just haven't been "settled" enough to get back into the swing of cooking rather than "scrounging." It's August and stupid-hot, so gardening is at a mini...