Lost in transition
I’m the kind of person that likes to make lists. I use post-it notes like I own stock in them. I like color coordination, categories, notes, etc. I love daily routine.
You can only imagine what that means when everything goes a bit haywire.
I’m ecstatic that I have a job I love. That I’m back near family. That I’m back home essentially.
Life is anything but settled and it’s driving me nuts.
When you are young most of your time is spent working toward something — high school, college, graduation, a job, marriage, stability. I’ve spent my whole life thus far working toward those somethings. There was always some other milestone just out of reach to be lunging for.
And I think I’ve found it. Well, almost. I’m pretty close to my dream job. Very close. I’m back in the town I want to be in. I have a husband I’m crazy about. I have two degrees so higher education is checked off. It’s all very good.
It’s not totally settled. For one, we’re still living with my folks while the husband finishes his thesis. Plus there’s the little hurdle of trying to buy a house. Oy vey. I’m finding it extremely difficult to make any kind of daily routine when every day is a bit different. Some people like this kind of thing, but there’s only so much of it I can stand.
I can make lists upon lists but it won’t change this situation. I’m on hold. Lost in transition. For an unknown, unforeseeable amount of time. That’s the really scary part.
I know that I have to just make a routine now and settle into this life as much as I can. I need to get into habits. I need to build and discover old and new friendships. I should probably blog more. I definitely need to go to the gym.
I need to take my own advice and stop living for some future plan and really, truly start living for now. After all, life is always in transition, isn’t it?