Well. Nanowrimo, also known as National Month Of Writing Failure, went about as well as can be expected when you sincerely believe you are going to write 50,000 words on an iPhone. Yes. On an iPhone. Because I’m not being cute when I say I’m crazy. I’m really basically crazy. I’ve been computer-less for a while and have been writing papers, emails – pretty much every thing – on my phone. I’m sitting in front of a friend’s computer screen right now, and my eyes are all “What the what is all this space we have to roam??”
Go ahead, little eyeballs. Roam away.
Speaking of roaming, and space – I’m moving to Texas.
In 17 days.
For real this time.
One of the children I nanny is starting a new school program soon, and there really wasn’t a full-time nanny job available for me in the Tulsa area. And I need to eat. And pay bills. And finish school. So it’s back to Texas with me. I have a handful of nanny interviews in the DFW area, so HELLO to any of my readers in Dallas.
I’m actually going to miss Tulsa. I’m leaving a lot of wonderful people behind, and it’ll be hard to say goodbye. I got teary-eyed today picking the kids up from school, as I realized I’m only going to do that a handful of times before I leave. I’m not sure if that’s a testament to my emotional instability as of late, my current off-the-charts estrogen production, or me falling off the deep end – because pick-up is a pain.
I keep spanning the spectrum between crying into my pillow over leaving Tulsa and everyone in it and being giddily excited at only having a few weeks left before I’m back in Texas, and that’s usually occurring while I’m supposed to be packing and purging (clothes, not food. I’m not that much of a ballerina).
What are your plans for Advent and Christmas?