As of today, I’ve been at my new job for two weeks. I didn’t think it was possible to enjoy a retail job as much as I’m enjoying this, but it’s a nice change.
I haven’t written in over two months. My bad.
In my defense, things have been simultaneously stressful and boring. I have no idea how that works, but that’s what’s been going on. Things have been really trying and difficult, but at the same time, there’s been nothing new to report.
I haven’t blogged lately, or even really thought about blogging much–exhausted, apathetic, busy, stressed, depressed, out of words. There are dozens of words and phrases that could describe my life and my state of mind lately, and most of them are not good.
2016, for me, was in many ways both the best and worst year of my life so far. The highs were incredible; the lows, excruciating. I’m trying to approach 2017 as a totally fresh start despite the fact that it’s not. Every day, week, month, and year is a continuation of the last one–and I know just enough to understand that the trials of the recent past can help me create a better future.
I’ve had a lot of blog hits in the last few days from various places I’ve called home, so I want to stress that I’m still alive, for starters. Things have just been moving at an insanely fast pace recently and I haven’t had time to do much of anything, let alone blog.
These last few weeks have been crazy busy here at Haus Michelbacher. We’ve both been working a ton, but have had a little time here and there to go do a few things in town–I joined our local community band, and he might start going to the Ultimate Frisbee club this evening. There’s basically a club/organized group for any hobby you can think of in this area, which is a wonderful change from where we were living in Georgia.
We’ve been here in metro DC for a little over a week, and we’re all settling in pretty nicely. Yes, all, including Lissy Lou! The first few days in our new place were awful–she cried a lot and neither of us humans got much sleep. However, since she got used to this apartment being her new home, she’s acted like she likes it even more than our old place. She actually gets up on the couch and the bed, which was rare before, and after looking suspiciously at her new cat tree for a couple of days, now she spends most of her time on it.
For those of you who haven’t heard, Dallas and I are preparing to relocate to the Washington, DC metro area in the next couple of weeks. He’s accepted a contract researcher position on an encyclopedia project in his field that he’s worked on before; I will be transferring with my current company while putting out feelers for jobs in history/museums/libraries/archives/education. (I’m not picky, but I’d love to be doing something that uses my degree!)
My grandmother passed away in the wee hours of Saturday morning, surrounded by her four children and her husband of nearly 41 years. I was in her bedroom, just the next room over from the living room where we and a hospice nurse had been tending to her since her release from the hospital just a couple of days earlier.