he’s packed for camp, and leaves in the morning for 3.5 weeks. we all know now how it’s going to feel, so he’s beyond giddy, and i’m a little quiet. it will be good. we haven’t been able to savor summer together yet as we’ve been on the go so much, i haven’t once managed to take them to the pool down the street, though i hope to manage that with at least Fynn in the next few weeks. it’s just not that kind of summer.
while he’s away we have a birthday to celebrate and a baby shower to attend, as well as housing to find and moving plans to be finalized. perhaps car hunting will fit in there too, the need for that is coming up fast. still struggling a bit with my own lack of appetite and sleep, but it’s slowly coming around i think. realized yesterday that some of it is coming from not drinking enough water, so i’m working on keep the glass full on my desk.
change is good and i relish it, but man does it put the challenge to maintaining sanity! i think the biggest struggle is the number of choices and options, this isn’t a forced change but a desired one, and it’s not job related so we have pretty wide flexibility and that seems to make it harder to cope with. it’s also one of the things i’m looking forward (on some level) to leaving behind. the infinite choices of the city, and while it’s utterly delightful it’s also tiring, because really, how many varieties of chocolate bars do i need to have at my side? that might be a loaded question … but one is enough thanks, as long as it’s good and dark.
do you ever get tired of choices?