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I forget that boring and busy aren't mutually exclusive

Somehow, when I started this blog, I had the idea that since I was not going to have the time to do a ton of interesting stuff (read: travel, concerts, creative projects), that my life would be boring.  Hence the name of this blog, and my attempt to find joy in the everyday, the ordinary.  What I miscalculated was how unbelievably busy I would be, even though I was also boring.

I forget that when I am really, really busy my brain tends to shut down all parts that are not needed right then and I tend do just do everything in the order in which they are kicking my ass. This isn't necessarily a bad thing, because it means I get everything done on time even if I am running flat out for a week or two, but it means I am never prepared, mentally, for the next thing.

This week, that means I got through the school work I had due on Tuesday, then took a deep breath and got through the work-work I had due through today, and now I'm looking up and realizing there will be people in my house on Friday and I have not cleaned AT ALL. So I have to do that. And then I will spend the weekend on my class project, and the coming week freaking out about a big event at work and then the following weekend on my choir stuff and more class project stuff.

(Also, I have a root canal in two weeks.  So that is a joy.)

But back to the people part!  This month (actually, this very DAY) marks the four year anniversary of Sarah and I moving in to our apartment.  Which means is five and a half year since I've moved into this building on my quiet street in Washington Heights and became a Real New Yorker.

That is boggling. Four years is the longest Sarah or I have lived in one place since we were both in middle school.  It means this place, with its occasional bug problem and its high ceilings and its utter lack of decent closet space and relative huge square footage is MY HOME.  There are framed things on the wall (thanks to a dear friend) and everything in the kitchen has a place (mostly) and the bathroom quirks barely register anymore.  Somehow it still feels temporary in some way, maybe because in the long run it is - we don't own it, and we never will, and eventually we will move on.

But eventually isn't today or even this year, so I need to deal with the fact that my home is quirky and imperfect and mine, and buy some paint this spring and put my mark on it some more.