Cabin Fever

I officially don't know what to do with myself. There are clearly things I could be doing (writing thank you notes, cleaning, unpacking, working out...) It has been 10 full days for me in this place. My theory is, I haven't yet come to appreciate it the way a working person might appreciate their home. I haven't yet had to be some place else that would make me want to be home. Every outing with Ryan is a mini-escape. Poor boy, he comes home to me ready to run out the door when all he really wants to do is sit down to paint or go on the computer. We've seen 2 movies, Batman: The Dark Knight (excellent movie) and Pineapple Express (very entertaining), gone on many, many errands, even taking out the trash is like an outing since the distant trash compactor is such a trek.

We have finally gotten the majority of boxes out of the apartment, there are 2 boxes left. They sit in the bedroom mocking me. Today they will meet their death! Other than that, there is just a lot of crap lying around without homes. We took 3 boxes and a couple of bags to Goodwill yesterday. It felt good to be rid of so much stuff.

I still haven't found a job, though I am still hopeful. This stay-at-home-mom thing works better when you have a kid. As I stand now, I am a stay-at-home-nothing. Exciting. I think I'm going to take my exciting self to the pool now. Fortunately, I found my headphones the other day. Hello, Ipod.

goodbye.