Christmas day, one of the very few days of the year when my entire family has nothing to do. Its 11:30am and I’m the only one that’s out of bed. Save for the booming voice of our overly zealous Italian neighbour, the house lies in a rare state of serenity.
If only they can rest more; slow down and relax more - take a holiday, have a break, or at least stay in bed for the whole day.
Many warm wishes for the holiday season, and a jovial New Year.
The last few days of packing and moving all my shit (and I have a lot of shit. how the hell did i accumulate so much shit?) to storage was totally ex-haus-ting! We did it all in two days between the two of us. I’m shamed to say that for the most part I behaved like the weak girl that I am and limped around lifting the light stuff. I told my family how tough it was, and my dad, who’s always giving me a hard time for my er… lifestyle of choice, jumped at the opportunity and said that I’m too piss weak and that I should be able to ‘’piggy back a fridge and run with it'’. I’m like WTF? Yes, if I was a massively butch weight lifter maybe! And the rest of the family laughed and made jokes about me being a super strength weight lifter in disguise.
Anyway, so I’m in Canberra now. And I’m so over being stressed out and busy, I just wanna sit on my ass and do nothing. I need a few days to recuperate. But alas, tis the season to be busy. It’s my grandad’s 80th in a few days, and upon my arrival at the family home, I was told that its my job to organise the cake and presents. Mum is sending me out to shop for the birthday present, plus Christmas presents. We dont celebrate nor believe in Christmas, but she insists that eveyone gets a present every year just for the fun of it. Joy. I’m trying to put off the having-to-leave-the-house-and-face-the-insane-pre-Christmas-shopping-world for as long as I can, but time is my enemy. You can see I’m beyond tired when I’m put off by the idea of shopping!
*Le sigh!* I think its also the unhappiness overload of the whole moving situation that’s making me feel totally bummed and drained. URG! I want/need some zest back into life.
Looking at the last post, nothing much has changed/happened. The intense pressure/stress of moving/losing has been my constant companion/demon. I cry a lot. I ask for answers. A lot. I’m yet to find any. At least not one that soothes my heart. Intense waves of emotions. I act like a mad woman, a weak child, an empty shell.
I want something good to happen. Please.
