Lost in the Day

It took me all day to get to where I am now -- ready to get to work. And now, it's actually time to end the day, to wind down, get ready for tomorrow, be at peace with the day's events. Why did it take me so long? I got a few things done, admittedly. I haven't left my apartment. I watched hours and hours of the West Wing. I assembled a cabinet/shelf system for my kitchen and I unpacked a few boxes and made brunch and later, dinner. I did a little bit of cleaning, a little bit of organizing, and some reading. I played on the Internet a lot.

Just now, I started unpacking boxes in the sunroom, realizing that it's really too late to begin any of those projects. Have to wait till tomorrow. But tomorrow, there's church and hanging out with Jeff later. Maybe I won't get anything done at all. But I needed today. I needed a day of leisure. I haven't had that in several weeks, in over a month, really, and in the wake of the move I needed to just take it slow for a day. My conscience is screaming at me that I could have done so much more, that I need to learn to not be so lazy. And while I agree, I'll give myself this day. I won't give myself many others while I'm in the process of unpacking and acquainting myself with this new city of mine. But I'll give myself today.

I was starting to wonder where some of my clothes were until I unpacked a box just now -- one of the duffel bags I'd packed to go in the car with me had been left in my bedroom and thus had been packed in a box with a group of other random items in the process. Here were most of my bras, undergarments, and summer t-shirts I thought I would wear or want in the first few weeks. I was starting to think I needed to go shopping but I just needed to unpack. I wasn't insane thinking I'd packed these items. I only forgot to separate them from what the movers packed.

I'm looking forward to a time when I no longer compare everything in Chicago to something in Atlanta or something in Atlanta that I no longer quite have to something in Chicago that's new. I wish I talked about it less with coworkers but evidently it's what's on my mind because that's what I talk about. Endlessly. I talk about it. Others' patience will wear thin eventually.

Everyone asks me how's Chicago. What's it like living here. It's fine, I tell them. I'm not really at a point where I can tell them what it's really like. I don't have my routine down or parking or my neighborhood or friends or.... My life is still in transition. I appreciate their asking, however. I simply don't know what to tell them. I share random details about my street or work or the cute little restaurant my mom and I went to on her last night here called Cafe Turquoise, which had the BEST Mediterranean food. Pictures later when I found the cord that attaches my camera to my computer. I thought I'd packed it in a reasonable place to come with me and yet I find myself without it already....