1000 little non-routines
It’s been a week since I moved in to my new house, and surprisingly (because I’m not good with change) I’m doing quite well.
I was expecting all kinds of big feelings: fear, loneliness, regret, confusion. In trying to manage my expectations, I was prepared for all of those. So well that they didn’t even show up. Not yet anyway.
What did show up was something I hadn’t thought about: I have no routines here. Everything is new, from the way the microwave works to finding the right temperature to shower. I’m constantly looking for the right light switch and trying to remember where I put… well, anything actually.
Not being able to do anything on autopilot is exhausting. By 8 pm I’m ready for bed, and so are my cats. That’s okay though. We like snuggling together. At least that doesn’t require any knowledge of our new environment.