I’m in Paris. I have plans for Christmas Dinner. I have plans for NYE. I chatted with friends today, both in the US and in France. I blogged – which is a happy experience. I walked about in fairly nice weather. I have consulting work I am going back for.
I should be happy.
Yet. I’m in a weird, bothered, uneasy, hard to distinguish between slightly pissy or slightly grumpy state of being.
I’ve just taken two Advil PM and drunk my Sleepy Time Trader Joe’s tea. And I am yawning. So I hope to have a good sleep and start tomorrow off on a better foot.
But it bothers me not to know why. It could be that I am just tired. I walked another 7 miles today. And I haven’t had that day to just stay in bed and lollygag (like the pigeons).
Superficial things like the crummy transportation issues (sorry about the untitled blog – did that on the Metro… was irritated I hit publish before realizing the title was missing…) didn’t help. But I think maybe the unease is because this year is the year of … unsettledness, moving, disruption? One of those maybe.
I always knew I was going to have to move from this apartment to the other at the end of January. And maybe that’s part of it: this apartment. It’s nice enough. Has a dishwasher and oven. But it doesn’t have the storage my other place had. So it’s messy most of the time. Ever visited my home in Sacramento? Messiness is not a stranger to me. But I have places for things. Here, the futon is covered with stuff that has no where else to go… maybe that’s part of this too?
So anyway, back to discombobulation. So I knew I would have to pack everything up and somehow get it to the new place. I came with four bags– checked a 25 in roller, a duffel that balances on the roller, and carried-on the 22 inch and my backpack.
Now I have to get that all put together to travel 2 miles across Paris.
That was bad enough. Now with the job in the States, I will be leaving on the 17 of January and back on the 2nd of February. So I have to have things sort of packed before I go to the states – and I have to pack for that trip! Fortunately, a friend is visiting from the Netherlands the weekend before. With her car. To stock up on Costco items. I know, sounds weird. But she lived in Roseville for 4 years and loves many Costco products. This will be heaven for her. The fortunate part is that she can help me transport several things cross town. That just means I will be living out of a suitcase here before going to the states and coming back for the last few things in early February and moving to the new apartment.
Oh, it’s all doable. I know that. It just wears me down a bit to think about it. And it is not half as bad as putting in new carpeting and I have survived that three times in my life. (Shudder)
But then, somewhat the same thing in May. I will be leaving for Norway on April 28 and returning on May 12 to Paris for a few days, then coming back to California around May 15. Whew. Pack everything on April 27 except my bag for Norway. Come back to my friend’s apartment and move directly to a nearby hotel, moving all the stored bags from his place to the hotel for a few days and then getting a cab to the airport.
Again. All doable. However, if I knew all that before coming over, I might have brought less. Still, this trip back is a chance to return somethings to the states… but what? I will still need my cold weather clothes.
Shrug. It has been cathartic to write all this. Journaling is useful that way. Hope it didn’t bore you too much.
And besides, in the future, all these problems have been solved.
I’m in Paris. And I have a tango lesson Monday. The smile is returning. As I slowly fall aslee….. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz