Feb 11, 2020: Today was a better day

Originally published/last updated on myearlyretirementjourney.com on Feb 20, 2020. 

Just yesterday I was questioning the humans with my usual lament, why is it so hard to be a human?

Family drama x 3.
Now today, it literally feels like a thing of the past.

My emotions got the best of me, per usual. I don’t understand how perception can be so all consuming. The brain is deceptive.

Today was a better day because I got some packing done. I have a lot of stuff. I quite exquisitely underestimated how much time and energy packing up this studio is going to require. In some downtime at work last week, I remember thinking, I can knock out one-half of the space a few hours after work, and the other half the next day.

Bah! What a silly, silly woman I was.

Time is an issue, but more so desire and energy. I look at it and it’s defeating. It’s not even the labor, but the need to do a good job vs just stuffing everything in a box or garbage bag and dealing with it on the other side.

That’s probably going to be my MO. If I haven’t sorted it by now, it’s going in a garbage bag or box. On my shopping list for this week are some sturdy black garbage bags.

Some lingering regrets about the house hunt.
Two years ago, this same builder built some townhomes in the area where I went to college. Because I was familiar with the area, it seemed like the right move. But because I wasn’t convinced North Carolina was where I wanted to be; other people close by were giving up their homes; and the fallacy of a house always being an investment, I renewed me lease.

Now I wish I were there instead of here.