life, currently.
not only is beatrix stressed, so are my plants
we close next week! but at the moment, we’re deep in the thick of packing. and by “packing,” i mean slowly spiraling while putting two things in a bin, walking in circles, and then sitting down for a siesta.
tbh, i hate this part. i’ve moved nearly twenty times in my life and somehow it never gets easier. it just gets more annoying. i know what’s coming, and i still resent every second of it. especially as someone who needs her environment to feel calm, cozy, settled. this? this is the opposite of that.
every room is half-dismantled. there’s painter’s tape on everything. bins stacked like jenga towers. beatrix keeps pacing, confused and offended. my plants have either been shoved into corners or are actively staging a protest.
i want to be the kind of person who says “i thrive in chaos,” but i do not. i wilt. i have ZERO chill.
eric and i are doing our best. which sometimes looks like cooperation and sometimes looks like fake-nice bickering about anything and everything. we keep saying “we’re fine, we’re fine” but honestly, the vibes are not fun. no, sir.
we’re trying to laugh through it. trying to give each other (and ourselves) some grace. we know the move is around the corner. we know the relief is coming. we just have to survive the in-between.
right now, that looks like:
eating out way more than we should and calling it “survival mode”
tackling storage while completely ignoring the kitchen and bathroom
arguing about bins
sleeping terribly while saying “it’s temporary” a lot
daydreaming about clean countertops, morning light, and a rug that’s not rolled up against a wall
so yeah.
life, currently. bins, boxes, tension, and an a very confused pittie mix in the corner.
more soon,
v