I reached a saturation point last week between people, work, and commitments that made me look at all the goings on in the city and say, blech. With no desire to engage, I disengaged.
Today, while Tatjana moved out of the LaLa, Tin and I went to Music for All Ages and then walked into the Quarter for Italian at our favorite restaurant – the Italian Barrel.
I told him that we are going through a lot of changes right now, with us selling the house, Mama moving into her own apartment, then I will move into an apartment and then we will be building a new house. I said sometimes these things can cause stress and make us nervous. He said, “I’m not nervous, I’m excited.”
Meanwhile, we came home and the house was quiet and still and a little less full. My office has reverted back to being an office, the store room has reverted back to a store room, and the Eames day bed in the den suddenly makes that room look enormous and even the living room with one sofa minus now looks a lot larger.
It’s almost like the reel is playing backwards as I walked through the house and it looked a lot like it did five years ago suddenly. Strange how life plays visual tricks on you.