Bleachers // Rollercoaster
I’m exhausted. This has been/is my life currently:
- June 28: Pick up life and move it to SoCal
- July 3 - July 22: Family trip (not a vacation) to the Philippines
- August 16 - August 30: San Francisco for a client conference
- September 6: Move into new apartment in LA
- September 17 - September 26: San Diego for a Training Academy, in which I am one of the trainers
- October 12 - October 18: Barcelona for a client conference
- November 10 - November 14: San Diego again, Training Academy round 2
- December ???: Taiwan with Chris
- January ???: Back to San Francisco
I take solace where I can:
- The energy of this song (because who has energy anymore?)
- Peaceful dinners alone
- The scent of Chris’ t-shirts when I borrow them for bed
- Air conditioning in my apartment
- Working at my new teal desk in my new white chair with my sister’s puppy napping in my lap
- Finally (FINALLY) learning how to parallel park - no mailbox casualties to speak of (it’s a long story…actually it’s not, I once ran over a mailbox while parking)
I’ve had barely any moments of peace without some other urgent matter demanding my immediate attention. I feel worn, which is rare for me. I have to remind myself to take things one step at a time, one task at a time, one day at a time.
But what I really want to do is Rip Van Winkle this bitch and sleep for the next 20 years.