Catching My Breath

I hate moving. Espescially the packing part. Each time I take a little bit less with me but I still come away completely drained. I’ve been back a little over a day now and i’m starting to get my footing back after the marathon pace of this past week. Yesterday was spent packing from 11am-5pm. After adding in dinner and waiting to get into the Lincoln Tunnel so we could get to the turnpike it was 10pm before we got home and got everything unloaded. It wasn’t til all the stuff was sitting in its usual pile by the fake fire place in my living room that I could acutally see it was less stuff than usual. It still felt like I’d taken everything from new york with me and my room in the village still looked sadly empty in my mind’s eye.

No time to recoup today either as it was family day. Mom woke me up at 11:45 and told me we were seeing a 1:30 spiderman. It was a good movie. Great special effects. And it was neat to have the gaps filled in for me cause i remember seeing a little bit of the cartoon but i never read the comic book and so i never knew anything about who spiderman was by day or how he got his special powers.

We had an hour to kill between the movie letting out and aunt debbie getting off of work so we hung out at aunt debbie’s house. Melissa and her cousin Amber were outside playing so Brian and I stayed outside and talked with them. Melissa reminds me a lot of me when I was little, except she’s a tomboy AND girly. I was just a tomboy. And listening to the two of them play together and tell their stories, it just made me smile.

Went to dinner at the old country buffett. Bubby got sick there. One minute she was fine the next minute she was sick. I couldn’t do anything except sit there stunned. She wound up being ok though. We were all shaken up but then dad went and got dessert and slowly the rest of us followed suit and then we took bubby and aunt debbie home and gave Tommy back his mini-van and we took Big Red back and went home. It was weird. Everything happened so quickly. I hope she’s alright. It’s scary to see someone slowly losing their health.

Since we got home I’ve been unwinding. I had some time to just lie in front of the couch and veg and I even started unpacking a little. I start work on tuesday. Lately I’ve been wishing I’d decided to wait a little longer before going back but now I’m thinking it’s a good idea. I did it originally because I needed the money but now it’s more a matter of helping me get back in the swing of things more quickly and readjust to being home. I know I’ll be fine once I get settled in. I’m gonna miss the convenience of NYC though.

I’m half way to a masters in psychology. That’s just weird. The title implies much more adultness and knowledge than i feel at the moment or can see me feeling next year at this time. Where am I going as I continue to rack up degrees?

Anyway, I’m really tired so I’m gonna go to be now. Welcome back Mr. Kotter.

Steph