Calming down. Or not.

We're off to Spokane to start hunting for temporary housing that doesn't suck.

I have to say, it's been an exhausting week. A lot has happened -- transitions, some anger, lots of well wishes, lots of ill wishes, a bunch of tense situations and much confusion. But I think it's mostly ironed out. For us, anyway.

I was standing in my kitchen last night looking around. Part of me feels like I never really lived in this house, that it was all just a temporary holding pattern, because we always knew this wasn't permanently home. But there are signs everywhere that we've been here for awhile -- dust kitties when we moved furniture last night, spices stuffed into odd places in the pantry, and so forth.

I stood there for a minute, realizing that it was actually time to pack up some stuff for the short-term apartment, and I felt like I had skipped a step or something, or hadn't adequately prepared for that moment. This happens to me fairly frequently. Life often feels like a train I'm trying to run and catch. That's something I have to work on. Hell, I'm the kind of person who skips the relaxation pose during a yoga workout because I'm too eager to move on to The Next Thing.

I really do need to relax a little bit.

But look, over there! The train's leaving!