Howdy from upstate New York. I must say that, although the move had several glitches, and there are many, many boxes still to be unpacked, I am happy. It’s an interesting feeling, a contentment I haven’t felt in a long time.
What have I accomplished: since Wednesday, I have set up the kitchen, dining room, and sunroom. My muse isn’t absent, but rather quiet. I found a box of journals I wrote when I was in my teens and twenties; my muse actually squee-ed, “ooh, fodder.”
I had hoped to get the study set up, but due to a major glitch in the move, the desk chair and part of the drafting board got left in Florida, along with one of our cars—a long story that bears telling at some point. But here is a picture of the mostly blank canvas.
What have I learned: I am a nester, and I’m rather good at it. It seems to be my answer to the loneliness and disruption of my childhood. I enjoy making a comfortable home that is cozy and welcoming. I don’t remember anyone ever visiting my parents’ house, or rather, that the few relatives who visited were just as uncomfortable as my parents. It’s interesting that a house can so thoroughly reflect the attitude of its inhabitants.
I hope to get back to the test mile tomorrow, or even later today. I’m happy as a clam to be back on the interwebs!
Please go encourage the ROWers in the home stretch here.