Moving back to Minnesota has been tougher on me than I expected. It's not Minnesota itself, of course, it's just the fact that everything in my world has changed once again and, apparently (I have learned), I have a hard time adjusting to change. But, like before, I seriously wasn't expecting it.
Like, when we moved to Colorado over three months ago, I thought it wasn't going to be a big deal. I was excited and happy about it. But it was a big deal.
Same thing with moving back. I didn't think it would be a big deal.
But it is.
I like to create my own space. I feel like I'm getting in the way (which we are, how could we not be?) living in somebody else's space (although I am eternally grateful for it and am not trying to be ungrateful AT ALL).
I like to have my own kitchen. Being in the kitchen making our food is really important to me. I think I spend more time in their than I realize. I should just find out where those darn knives are packed and take them out already. As well as my food processor. And my blender. And my whisk.
I don't like having our lives all packed up in boxes (or, more accurately, Hefty garbage bags).
Blah, blah, blah. That's it for today.