In less than 48 hours, I’ll be back in my home state of Michigan, for what could (if we’re being generous) be called a “long weekend”. My dear husband got himself invited to a conference and I’ll be splitting a few days between my parents. I wish it was more time, so I could see all of the people I love who are spread out across the state, but at least I’ll get to see my parents.
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!)
It actually feels like fall outside, at least the kind of fall I got used to growing up in northern Michigan. A lot of people have complained about how cold it is–but I love it. Hot drinks, hoodies, hats and scarves, chilly breezes and cool mists, chunky sweaters, flannel, boots…it shouldn’t surprise anyone who knows me that fall has always been my favorite season.
The last few days of my life have been like grad school all over again, minus writing my thesis. Why? No sleep, all coffee. Only now I have a husband who keeps me sane and a cat who keeps me laughing.
The last 20 hours or so have been kind of wild around the Michelbacher household. There are now three of us in this one-bedroom apartment. The new arrival is female, weighs a little under eight pounds, and is covered in black and white fur. Yes–we’ve got a cat here now. Her name is Felicity.
My anxiety is still out of control. I’m having tremendous difficulty managing to do normal-people things. Today we had a technician installing cable and one of the apartment complex maintenance guys working on a couple of things in our bathroom at the exact same time. I was already all peopled out from being at work, so I hid in our walk-in closet with a Starbucks cup full of iced coffee and my phone for an hour or so. I’m not even kidding. It felt like the safest and most secure place to be.