My head feels like it’s been shaken up, tossed and turvy-ed around, and bounced off every surface within arms reach. My brain is mush.
This past weekend was packed with activities and meetings and parties, and though while fun, it was definitely a bit chaotic with OMG, so many people. For 12-18 hours on both Sunday and Saturday we were busy with commitments. I’m a die-hard, bonafide introvert, and I need time to recharge. I told Brian after we got home from a friend’s child’s third birthday party on Sunday evening that I needed to go take a hot bubble bath and not hear another human’s voice for an hour. Luckily, he obliged.
The thing is that walking the bath through our master bedroom I had to see the pile of laundry scattered on the floor, an unmade bed, textbooks spilling out of my bag, a stack of art that I still can’t decide where to hang (and if at all!), and it aggravated so much that all I could think to do was let out a scream. There is so much that still needs to be done at home, and frankly, it seems like nothing ever gets done. Our life has pretty much been on warp drive since we moved in back in December. Things haven’t exactly gone the way we planned. Not bad, just different. Unexpected and all that. I feel like It’s been like a little frantic at times. Dare I say, even thrilling?
Okay, sometimes thrilling… and a little bit scary. Just like a rollercoaster! Like in the front row seat on this madness. The kind that tosses you around a bit, steals your breath, and frightens the dickens out of you but still sometimes makes you smile… and then suddenly, and abruptly pulls you into the gate and drops you off.
Once you step out you brush back your hair, assess your surroundings, and realize, hey look we made it! We are just fine! (minus broken arm, womp)
And guess what? I think we are finally getting off this crazy ride.
Brian and I talked and have a plan to help things cool down for a bit. The answers won’t happen overnight, but it’s a step in the right direction. I’ve struggled to really make our new house into a home. We really don’t feel like we have given ourselves enough time to enjoy living here. The last six months feel like a giant, exhausting blur. I realized recently that eventually I probably won’t be so paralyzed about making decisions on decor and set up. Hopefully one day we will both be home for more than two hours at a time. Maybe we will finally get that laundry folded! (Hopefully.)
Each day it feels less and less like we are just visiting this place and more and more like we are settling in our roots. This isn’t a vacation house, we are definitely not at Disneyland or (insert theme park here) this is our life. This is our home. This is our grand adventure.