I’m feeling very melancholy today. I might have to do with just reading this incredibly well-written post. Or might have to do with that post resonating in unexpected ways.
I’m moving in two and a half weeks, going to Africa a week after that. These are big events, but I feel like I’m stuck in a rut.
Sunday evening I laid on the couch with the Boy and watched the Pats game. It felt right and good and would have been wonderful to stay the night, but I had to go back to my other apartment so my cat wouldn’t have to spend a third night in a completely empty apartment.
I’m not stuck in a rut, but I am in limbo, not quite to the point where all the change and excitement happens, but I can see it coming.
Here is not good, here is not fun. I’m ready to move on and move forward to there, where the fun is.
Of course, there is fun here. I had a great time out with some friends last night. I have a busy evening of mundane errands and activities planned tonight. And even the quiet of here is nice; I spent Saturday afternoon knitting on the couch with the cat, and it was lovely.
But there’s just enough missing that I’m struck with a pervasive sense of melancholy.
Sorry about your melancholy, but it sounds as if you are going on an adventure pretty soon.
Found you through Neil (kisses to Neil and Olive Oyl for it!)
I just spent an enjoyable hour reading your blog and the “well-written post”. Thanks for sharing and best of luck on the move. Fall in DC is so beautiful - perhaps October won’t be so melancholy.