I was at my parents’ home in suburban Atlanta for Thanksgiving last week. Actually, I was there since last weekend, as my car broke (again!) and I’ve been sort of stranded by my immobility. I got dropped off there on the way back from a frisbee tournament last Sunday – me and ten of my friends went to Hunstville in a 15 seater van, for a weekend of frisbee, adult beverages, and turkey (there as a full thanksgiving dinner for the 28 teams there – glad I didn’t have to cook that!).
My in-laws spent the holidays at my parents’ too, as did my aunt, uncle and cousin on my mom’s side. Oh, and did I mention Husband was there? Husband came home! Hooray! Though, booo to the bit where we finally got to see each other in a house chock full of our relatives. BOOO.
It was a good week, all together, though I was more than ready to come home yesterday. A little too much family for me, this time of year. I bribed one of my besties into rescuing me, and now I’m trying to motivate myself into finishing the relatively minor edits necessary to wash my hands of this dissertation stuff. Almost done…
So, I know I’ve been nearly non-existant as far as the internet is concerned – sort of an NaAntiBloPoMo, for me – I’m hoping I can get my head back into this soon. It’s just, I’m in this bizarre holding pattern. I kind of don’t live anywhere right now – my stuff is still here in my house for another 2 weeks, at which point it will begin the trek to WA; my husband is not here, my friends are all over the place. I don’t have that much to do, but I’m busy as all get-out, somehow. My car certainly isn’t helping matters.
I suppose the real impediment is that the inside of my brain, lately, is a catalog of complaints: my car is broken, my husband is way over there, my friends aren’t conveniently located, I don’t have a cat, I’m not sure how to pack my belongings for the move, I have a giant huge enormous zit on my chin (again). Writing that stuff down makes me feel like an overly-negative (or perhaps overly-entitled?) little whiner. I’m hoping it passes, but I fear that it won’t until I’m done with this limbo period. I’m still managing to have a great time with my friends and family before I skip town, but when I am alone and thinking, it’s not the best. I’m also hoping that seeing Husband last week re-set the clock on the crazy, since now it’s onlt 3.5 weeks till I see him again – but that’s soooo loooooong waaah! I’m going to get an advent calendar, since he’s coming home on Christmas.
Shit! No car, no advent calendar. Le sigh….