Being home
Jan. 25th, 2016 12:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
indigo_rose99I cannot convey the joy I have in going to bed in my own bed. Waking up in my own bed. Doing my laundry not in the sink of a strange hotel but in my washer and dryer.
Since we arrived home late last Tuesday, we have cleaned the furniture (thanks, S!), oiled the furniture, and moved it into its new we-can-live-with-this spot. I still have a huge number of file boxes cluttering up the living room, but my more reasonable expectation is that I will be going through these slowly for weeks.
Waking up on Saturday morning at home was just.... strange. It has been such a long time that the experience was alien. We hung pictures, did regular house maintenance and other useful things... it was exotic and very nice.
Brother G's cemetary-side ceremony will be in early February. I have not committed to attending. It is another 24-hour round trip drive. Clearly there are Expectations that I will attend from all sides. From E, from G's coworkers, from G's masonic brothers... I've been waffling. Mostly because I'm so very very tired of travel. And tired of travel to Albuquerque. G is no longer around to be a reason to travel there unless there is some other need. Yes, we need to go back at some point. But I'm not sure that the ceremony alone is enough reason. If paperwork comes through and being physically there can expedite multiple tasks, then yes.
I'm starting to gently dream of doing something fun. Something that does not involve shredding or sorting papers. Something that does not involve cleaning or making phone calls to strangers who don't want to do their jobs (grr, credit card companies!). Something that does not make my back hurt. Something that does not contribute to a stress headache.
My next official for-sure work travel is April. Another may crop up sooner, but we'll see.
Since we arrived home late last Tuesday, we have cleaned the furniture (thanks, S!), oiled the furniture, and moved it into its new we-can-live-with-this spot. I still have a huge number of file boxes cluttering up the living room, but my more reasonable expectation is that I will be going through these slowly for weeks.
Waking up on Saturday morning at home was just.... strange. It has been such a long time that the experience was alien. We hung pictures, did regular house maintenance and other useful things... it was exotic and very nice.
Brother G's cemetary-side ceremony will be in early February. I have not committed to attending. It is another 24-hour round trip drive. Clearly there are Expectations that I will attend from all sides. From E, from G's coworkers, from G's masonic brothers... I've been waffling. Mostly because I'm so very very tired of travel. And tired of travel to Albuquerque. G is no longer around to be a reason to travel there unless there is some other need. Yes, we need to go back at some point. But I'm not sure that the ceremony alone is enough reason. If paperwork comes through and being physically there can expedite multiple tasks, then yes.
I'm starting to gently dream of doing something fun. Something that does not involve shredding or sorting papers. Something that does not involve cleaning or making phone calls to strangers who don't want to do their jobs (grr, credit card companies!). Something that does not make my back hurt. Something that does not contribute to a stress headache.
My next official for-sure work travel is April. Another may crop up sooner, but we'll see.
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Date: 2016-01-26 02:41 pm (UTC)Oh, I hear you.