I am awed and at the same time not surprised at all the stuff we have. Unpacking is such a hassle, but my husband and I are committed to dejunking this go round. The apartment is so beautiful, and I don’t want it to be cluttered. In fact, we can’t let it get cluttered because there is not much storage space. We actually got rid of a lot of stuff already, but we have more to go. The couch got thrown out, which is fine by me because suede and my kids just don’t mix well, and I hope to get some nice comfortable chairs, used. The main focus has been getting the house back in order.
I haven’t had time to do anything regarding my writing, partly because I have lost my morning time and my office. We also had to leave the desk becuase my husband threw his back out, so I am now typing with my daughter perched on my lap. I will have an office in the future, just not this year, unless we haul ass and unpack like fiends.
Even though I am not writing now, I have been enjoying new experiences in this place. Last night, in the basement, musicians came to practice Mexican music. Some of it was pretty good, and Simona had a marvelous time dancing. My son was agonizing that he would not fall asleep, but he was fine.
I haven’t even had time to think about the novel, but I have been talking up my collection of short stories and have a few buyers. That is all I have for today because I need to find my clothes for a Union Holiday Party that I am organizing. Despite our best labeling efforts, I am having hard time finding anything. Ugh.
Here is to surprises and letting go of shit you don’t need.