Just opening the window...
Aug. 29th, 2005 02:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
beetiger...'cause it's been a while, even if I really don't have a great idea of what to say. The kaiju and I spent the latter part of last week out in Boston, visiting with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lediva and assorted other friends. Thanks to you all for being flexible in toddler-world, and apologies to those of you we didn't manage to see this trip. There'll be more.
One thing I just realized again, after driving around on errands this morning, is that I don't really like it here. I think maybe that's been a large part of what's been fueling my on-and-off depression about being at home. Even after a decade here, this town doesn't feel like home, and I really just don't care for it. I'd pick up and move to Boston, or Seattle, or any of a variety of other places in a heartbeat, if it worked with the logistic realities of life and the people I care about. I've managed to make surprising few friends here, and almost none who will spontaneously call me if I don't contact them first. And I still find putting all of that social energy out to be very wearing.
I'm sitting here now while the baby naps, putting jump rings and clasps on little shrinky dink witch hats I'm making for the October Sampler while I procrastinate on calling anyone to make social plans for the week.
Preschool starts next week, just a few hours a day, two mornings a week. I need to decide if I'm going to try to do anything organized with the time -- look for a class, get back into therapy -- or whethe I want to attempt to just put the time into the business websites, and likely end up doing chores and nothing-in-particular a lot of the time.
Wow, that came out kind of tedious. Oh well. Thanks for listening.
lediva and assorted other friends. Thanks to you all for being flexible in toddler-world, and apologies to those of you we didn't manage to see this trip. There'll be more.One thing I just realized again, after driving around on errands this morning, is that I don't really like it here. I think maybe that's been a large part of what's been fueling my on-and-off depression about being at home. Even after a decade here, this town doesn't feel like home, and I really just don't care for it. I'd pick up and move to Boston, or Seattle, or any of a variety of other places in a heartbeat, if it worked with the logistic realities of life and the people I care about. I've managed to make surprising few friends here, and almost none who will spontaneously call me if I don't contact them first. And I still find putting all of that social energy out to be very wearing.
I'm sitting here now while the baby naps, putting jump rings and clasps on little shrinky dink witch hats I'm making for the October Sampler while I procrastinate on calling anyone to make social plans for the week.
Preschool starts next week, just a few hours a day, two mornings a week. I need to decide if I'm going to try to do anything organized with the time -- look for a class, get back into therapy -- or whethe I want to attempt to just put the time into the business websites, and likely end up doing chores and nothing-in-particular a lot of the time.
Wow, that came out kind of tedious. Oh well. Thanks for listening.
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Weighing In...
Date: 2005-08-29 11:28 pm (UTC)As for tediosity -- my last week+ has been nothing but tediosity. but I do seem to be getting things done thereby. This makes me nervous, that having figured out a way to be productive without thinking about it, it will magically stop working.
I frequently wish I could move to Boston. I've never lived anywhere other htan New Jersey, and almost all teh socialization I ever managed has fallen by the wayside. And I don't want to join the SCA on my own again, and my Husband doesn't seem to have any desire for it anymore, and the teenager is unwilling to do anything besides stare at the screen anymore. (Alas, I miss the writer and the artist...)
Tediousity indeed. You're far more productive than I, even in your introspection.