Let Down

I have finally arrived in Calabasas. Yesterday I got in at three, and the moment we pulled in, it was like my body went, "ahh, now I can let down." So here I am, boxes and boxes away from being moved in, and my head feels heavy, I keep bumping into things, and I just can't seem to stand up for long enough to do anything productive.

Over the years I have noticed this about myself. That during weeks of stress, my body keeps moving, keeps up, stays up and about, and the moment all the stress is done, it let's go and breaks down. It's like it knows nothing is urgent anymore so it does not feel the need to stay functional. Instead, it takes a breath to recoup. But I need to unpack! What's the deal?!

Moving is such a simultaneously punishing and rewarding experience. For me as a new graduate I am thrilled to start this new chapter, but there is so much to do to get there. Just the mechanics are exhausting and the 102 degree weather is not encouraging. Nonetheless, Calabasas is a whole new set of sites, people, and attitudes so I'll take a day or two of rest, and carry on, I guess.

But in the meantime: