I should be packing. But I’m not. Clearly.Yesterday was a meltdown day. Today was a get things done day. Things are getting checked off my list, but more slowly than I would like. I called the Catholic school and got them working on whether they can squeeze AJ in. I finally got the lease so I can start ordering utilities and talking to the public schools. I had a good meeting with my team at work in which I apologized for my scatter-brainedness of the last few days and they offered to help me out for the next couple of weeks. Trying to keep up with my job has been the hardest part. My job requires a lot of remembering of complicated things. When I also have to remember complicated things at home, it’s a little more than my poor brain can handle.
I took a break midday today to get my hair cut and pick up some groceries at Trader J’s. In the check out line, the tall, tattooed cashier was making polite conversation. “Any good plans for the rest of the afternoon?” he asked. “Packing,” I said. “It’s all I do these days.”
“Are you going somewhere?”
“New York City.”
“You’re kidding. Me too. I’m moving in October.”
“What part of the city?”
We swapped neighborhoods and he told me he’s going to be working at the Trader J’s closest to our apartment.
“Hey, I could sell you your groceries in New York!”
Sometimes the world feels very small. And sometimes that is a nice feeling.