Moving day came and went. 'Twas a longie. I was up at the ungodly hour of 6am to get myself ready for the movers. Stepped outside for a smoke and became mesmerized by the unexpectedly dense white clouds above...
Before the fellas turned up, I snapped one last pic of my nearly naked bedroom...
And living room, where The Kid and I spent most of our time...well...living...
Was done with everything much later in the day and finally sat down to dinner with my parents around 8ish. I was exhausted. If I'd toted any more barge or lifted any more bale, I don't think I'd have survived. As it was, I was so beat, I took to giggling for absolutely no reason at all. Like, a lot. I went to get something out of the trunk of my dad's car and inadvertently set off its alarm. I doubled over laughing as I tried to figure out which button to press to quiet the infernal thing. And every muscle hurt. That evening, I moved with all the ease and grace of a nonagenarian in her ninth month of pregnancy. Which is to say, none at all.
Things are OK. I really shouldn't complain.
But I will.
I miss my own space and not having to worry about pleasing anyone but myself. I miss my privacy. I miss my pretty village street. I miss my teal bedroom walls. But mostly, I miss that sense of independence. The seven years Balthazar and I spent there were the only in which I completely supported myself. (And him, obviously.) I miss these things deeply, with an ache springing from the pit of my stomach. The empty-nest thing really kicked my ass for a couple of weeks, but I was getting over it, you know? I began to delight in my solitude and, dare I say, freedom. Now this...
Le sigh.
These doldrums shall pass, eventually. Unless I die before they do, but you take my point. And maybe someday, I'll have happier personal tales to tell, though I truly wonder...Anyway—for now, there's chocolate. And music in which I can indulge my 80s-based inner Emo...
Hang in there Mina. We'll be here whenever you need to vent or laugh. You're sacrificing a lot for your son, but that's what mothers do. He may not always show it, but deep down he's grateful and he's lucky to have such an awesome mom like you! (:
ReplyDeleteThanks, Elise. I just want him to do good work and I'll be satisfied. Oh, and hopefully he'll put me in a good home, when the time comes. ;-)
DeleteThink of all the blog fodder you'll have now though! *double le sigh* Well, at least you're not stuck in my house with the killer virus from Hell.
ReplyDeleteAw, sorry you've got the cooties, Juli. :-( Have Tony make you some canja!
DeleteI'm so sorry you are missing your old place. But it's a great sacrifice you're making for your son and you'll get back on your feet again in time and get your own place.
ReplyDeleteThanks, JoJo. <3
DeleteAt least the trauma of moving is now over. On to the trauma of living with your Aged Ps (ah, Dickens). You simply must get the interwebs set up there. I think I'd go nuts without mine. And maybe your parents will let you paint your room in whatever color you want. You are, after all, a full-fledged adult doing responsible adulty things. <3
ReplyDeleteYeah, living without Interwebs @ home's le suck, for sure. About painting - I feel like I've imposed enough, you know? My parents dig light colors and never liked my teal walls (which obviously didn't matter, as they weren't the ones living with them). But in their house, I feel I should leave the matter alone. I think that's the bottom line - it's *their* place, not mine, though I'm totally welcome there...
DeleteYou might not want to hear this but your place looked cool - le sigh indeed; um the folks might want to hit the old 20th Century there by getting Internet, even if only old-style dial up with the sexy screech and connect tone.
ReplyDeleteLOL, yeah, sexy-screechy good times! :-)
Delete*Hugs to you Mina. I hope that the future brings you buckets of success so that you can regain the things you love.
ReplyDeleteAw, thanks - and ditto!!! :-)
DeleteChanges are tough, but you sound strong, and laughter is a GREAT medicine for all that ails and annoys. That sky pic is beautiful, indeed!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Catherine. I think I'll start feeling better when I've got Interwebs set up!
DeleteI love the pics into your world, especially the clouds. Thanks for sharing!
ReplyDelete*hugs* and chocolate... lots of chocolate. :D
Merci, Jackie. And Lord, have I been self-medicating with chocolate!!! Oye, vey! :-)
DeleteLady. Don't be blue as it suits you not. While at the moment you are all dicombobulated and weirded out by moving into your folks place, I (and sundry others) are sure things will turn out all kinds of groovy for you soon. Every cloud and all that...
ReplyDeleteHave you managed to cut a deal with your employers to let you use your work computer out of hours for a bit. At least then you can check out your blog during lunchtime and such. I for one have missed your stuff over that last week or so. Looking forward to you getting back on the bus on a more regular basis sooner, rather than later.
Big love,
W.
P.S. Arcadia. Good choice.
Awwwwwwwwwww! Thanks, Wayne! This week, I actually have had a bit of time in my work day to poke my head in, now and again, but it can be tricky...I've definitely missed reading all of your blogs and keeping up with your doings! But I hope to get back into a routine soonies (as my sister and I like to say). :-)
DeleteYou've got yourself a new blank page to write on again. I know you'll make it! Keep up with the Pepe Le Pew girlfriend sighs. That always makes things better. And keep laughing. Even if its in self defense.
ReplyDeletePepe le Pew, LOL - I hadn't made that connection, for some reason! :-D And you know, I realized over the past couple of years that much of my humor actually is employed in self-defense. Ain't that a kick in the pants? ;-)
DeleteHey there, gurlfrend! How's yo doin'? Been remiss of me on the blog front, as it would seem most folks are currently? Time of year? Post summer blues? The recession? Who know, I as sure hell don't?
ReplyDeleteSending you happy vibes for your new residence. In actuality I've been missing my blogofs - yes, even you ;) x
Hey, Dude, where you beeeeeeeeeeeeeeen????? I've been missing you too - though in the interest of complete disclosure, I've been missing all my bloggy pals a LOT since my move/not having Interwebs at home. Gah! Good to "see" you! :-)
DeleteI admire your sacrifice. Think of the long term when your son can support you :)
ReplyDeleteBut yeah, I can see where it would be hard. Hang in there!