The Great Unsettling, Broken by Keys, Crafting Elbow Room
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As detailed in my last post, we recently moved out of the apartment we had been in for over twenty years. I knew that it was going to be crazy, and it was every bit as daunting as I expected, but it seems that I naively underestimated the time it would take to get back into my old routines and feel a sense of being truly settled. The new place is only about a mile away from the old place, so geographically, I thought it was barely a blip, but it turns out that one mile makes a much bigger difference than I realized. It means a new grocery store (the grocery store was its own mini-saga, more on that in a moment), a new gym, a new hair salon, new (and longer) walking routes to everything, and a constant, low-grade sense of general disorientation. The mere completion of unpacking, putting things away, and arranging furniture does not, as it turns out, automatically imbue one with a sense of being comfortable and fully at home. The apartment is really nice, but to me, it still feels a bit akin to living in a hotel, and we continue to find oddities and quirks of the physical space that we have to adapt to. According to the Clifton Strength Finders test that I took recently, adaptability is one of my key superpowers, so I am little disappointed that the perfectly-settled feeling I yearn for still eludes me. Then again, it hasn’t even been three full weeks, so I need to remind myself to be patient. Everyone is telling me it takes time. Everyone is correct.
The Great Unsettling, Broken by Keys, Crafting Elbow Room
The Great Unsettling, Broken by Keys…
The Great Unsettling, Broken by Keys, Crafting Elbow Room
As detailed in my last post, we recently moved out of the apartment we had been in for over twenty years. I knew that it was going to be crazy, and it was every bit as daunting as I expected, but it seems that I naively underestimated the time it would take to get back into my old routines and feel a sense of being truly settled. The new place is only about a mile away from the old place, so geographically, I thought it was barely a blip, but it turns out that one mile makes a much bigger difference than I realized. It means a new grocery store (the grocery store was its own mini-saga, more on that in a moment), a new gym, a new hair salon, new (and longer) walking routes to everything, and a constant, low-grade sense of general disorientation. The mere completion of unpacking, putting things away, and arranging furniture does not, as it turns out, automatically imbue one with a sense of being comfortable and fully at home. The apartment is really nice, but to me, it still feels a bit akin to living in a hotel, and we continue to find oddities and quirks of the physical space that we have to adapt to. According to the Clifton Strength Finders test that I took recently, adaptability is one of my key superpowers, so I am little disappointed that the perfectly-settled feeling I yearn for still eludes me. Then again, it hasn’t even been three full weeks, so I need to remind myself to be patient. Everyone is telling me it takes time. Everyone is correct.