Hey there, Pollywog —
As I mentioned earlier, November marked the beginning of a new chapter in my life, to use a totally clichéd expression, and the start of a new adventure. One where I do things I’ve never done before and become more independent overall.
It may be an adventure, but it’s still sad in a lot of ways, because a new beginning means there was an ending. And it’s stressful because it’s a change — a huge one, actually. Like any major change, there’s a lot of upheaval, a lot of chaos, that goes along with it.
My personal chaos took the form of packing, consolidating, and apartment hunting for the first time in my life, all on top of a busy pet-sitting month.
Then there was a whirlwind of activity after I found an apartment. Hauling things from the old place to the new one. Unpacking. Setting up the utilities in my name. Driving all over town on a scavenger hunt for the things I need for my new life, like a microwave that isn’t the size of an army tank.
Re-reading my Look Lists for the past few months, I’m kind of astounded. And, if I’m being honest, completely freaking exhausted. How did I do all that stuff?? And please, please, tell me I don’t have to do it all again, at least for another
Putting my chaos to work.
But I’m an opportunist at heart. There’s no way I’m letting all that experience go to waste. I’d like to use it to help other people, because it’s pretty obvious that I’m not the only one going through chaos and upheaval.