Friday, June 3, 2011

Reaction to the New House (1/2)

I wrote this on Thursday night after coming to the new house, but we did not get the Internet connected until today, so theeeere you have it.

So we’re here. We’re moved in. Not completely, of course, as mostly there are just stacks of boxes in our living room and nothing but beds and yet more boxes in the bedrooms, but the fact is that we’re here. It’s a bit surreal, because it’s one of those things that has always been far-off in the future, a solid moment and place to look forward to, always imagined and never real. And now that it’s real, I almost don’t know how to take it – but mostly, I feel relieved.

The phase of starting over began early this morning, and possibly last night, when I instilled in my mind that that was the last night at our house, and that the next time I went to sleep, it would be in a new bed in a new house. I was already in that mode this morning at my grandma’s house, waiting with my dog to leave, feeling that unbridled rush of newness in my system – it was refreshing, invigorating, and more than anything, it made me want to do. I’ve been stuck in this rut of wishing and wanting and needing and never doing anything. Today, I felt like doing the things I wanted to do – the things that would make me happy. I wrote a review of Lady Gaga’s newest album this morning and watched an episode of The Office – I want to catch up with it this summer (and possibly start 30 Rock). I wrote a teeny bit of my story, not much, but I only had about three hours of free time before we headed up here, and I’m honestly a little proud of what I’ve done. Even now, instead of sinking into a mindless game of Sims (which I will be doing after I finish this, most definitely, since we do not have Internet while I am writing this), I decided to gather my thoughts about this move and document them, capture them, instead of letting them pass by in a fleeting instant.

That’s what I want to do – start recording my thoughts and feelings on anything and everything in written form as opposed to just thinking them and moving on as though they’re insignificant. They very well may be, but I feel that responding to my thoughts, feelings, and opinions by treating them with significance will, in turn, make them more significant.

3 additional thoughts:

Chase March said...

Here's a house-warming blog comment. Wish it could be more that cold type on a backlit computer screen, but it's the thought that counts, right?

James said...

Writing down things that come to you is an absolutely wonderful way to force your mind to organize its thoughts, leaving more room for, you know, more thoughts.

It's like taking a snapshot of your inner self. Just one year later, reread what you wrote, you'd be surprised how much you've changed over time.

"Who was that?"

"That wasn't me."

"And who would 'me' be?"

"Me!"

"You? Huh. Are you staying around till next year?"

"Definitely."

[one year later]
[rinse and repeat]

Corinne said...

YES. I'm SO glad you're finally going to watch 30 Rock and catch up on The Office! And I'm glad you seem to be enjoying your new house!

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