The past couple of weeks have been illustrative to the fact that I’ve been losing a bit of momentum lately. My rhythm has slowed. I lack regularity. Time has been spent transitioning, settling in, getting used to new things, and there’s also been a bit of travelling thrown into the mix too. Yet despite this seemingly endless string of supposedly ‘exciting’ events taking place, my mood hasn’t exactly been going in the same direction. I have been here almost 60 days now but don’t feel any more settled this week compared to the days after I first arrived. And the important little things that make everyday life satisfying are still lacking- I have yet to find a favourite food, cheese that has any taste, a laundry detergent that actually gets my whites bright, or a favourite programme on TV… Whilst the weather is bright sunshine and blue skies, almost 60 days of this monotony is far from the novelty it sounds and the thought of going to Michigan next week for Thanksgiving where they actually have weather is instigating an excitement in me that can only be described as ‘disproportionate’. I can’t actually believe that I’ll be able to wear clothes with sleeves of all things, and heavens above, I’ll likely even be able to wear A WINTER COAT.
I suppose it hasn’t helped that the past week and a half I’ve also been afflicted with a seasonal mold spore allergy that each morning makes it feel like I’ve spent the entire night sleep-ramming my forhead against a brick wall, but since we installed an industrial strength hepa filter air purifier next to the bed things have got a little better. Nevertheless, the disturbed sleep and general malaise combine together to make the days rather exhausting and by the time the evening comes I just want to curl up on the couch and keep myself to myself and then the whole thing starts over again the next day.
So altogether it’s no wonder that I haven’t really felt inspired of late. I’m sure I’ll feel better soon though. Maybe it’ll help if I bake some cakes, put up some Christmas decorations and kick start the metronome of my normal winter routine (albeint slightly prematurely). I could do that this afternoon. But only after I’ve first spent 20 minutes lying on the couch under a heated eyemask to soothe my throbbing brow…
