Moving is done, but moving into a new place is a longer process than actually moving. And while moving in where there is already a functioning household might take less time to get your “stuff” where it’s ultimately going to be, fitting yourself into that household is a sometimes painful process on both ends of the deal. Thus is it here.
We’re all trying really hard. But this isn’t like moving in with a stranger, or even a boyfriend really. It’s a lifetime of history that gets in the way sometimes. We are all trying really hard. I said that already, didn’t I? Right. We ARE trying really hard. Really really hard. And it hasn’t been a week. Someone save me.
My daughter is doing well, the cat is doing well, but my poor puppy Sophie is having a hard time adjusting. Which is strange considering she’s been up at my Mom’s on vacay’s since she was a puppy. Misbehaving and staying up half the night, Mom has threatened to kill her. Poor Sophie. I miss her. I miss my daughter too. I wasn’t sure how much I would miss her, but she’s like one of my best friends and I’m used to being able to talk to her everyday. The phone is just no comparison. I get to see her next weekend though. Yay!
I’m trying to get in the creative groove of things again. I’m trying to work on some projects but unfortunately their place is lacking in lighting. Hopefully my mom remembers to bring the extra lights I had to send with her because we just didn’t have room. I could really use them.
I was able to get in touch with a handful of old friends this week. A couple of which have connections in the field I’m interested in right now. Cross your fingers.
Weird coincidence or Fate?? The day before I actually moved I found an ad for the job I left when I moved four years ago. {play Twilight Zone music} Yes. I will be applying for that job. I’d be crazy not to in this market.
Well, I’d better sign off for now. I have embroidering to do! Ciao!
Uncertain Creativity 