This is me throwing myself a life preserver.
I’ve just shifted universes, I’m 8 months pregnant, with toddler in tow, and it’s way too fucking hot.
Perhaps a better explanantion.
I grew up in Alaska, and have been living in the tiny, isolated town of Cordova for the last 7 years. A cozy, rainy little town, surrounded by wilderness. My focus for the past 15 years has been subsistence, which to me means living as much of, and with the woods as I can. If that sounds at all interesting to you, check out my Last Life blog– subsistresist.wordpress.com
And now, for the next three years, my family and I have transplanted to New Orleans. The infamous, the glamorous, the gory, the just plain old Mississippi port town where my husband is going to Law School.
It’s hard to put this all out in words, quite. Let’s just say, the move is an incredibly big one for me. I’m taking it well, and also brattishly, in turns. Mostly I’m stuck in a strange state of boredom, and increasingly addictive lethargy.
Being 8 months pregnant, I don’t have much energy. I have plenty of ideas for great things to do, to get involved in, but not what it takes to actually do them. I’m not normally the type of person to sit around much, unless I’m scheming something. I know I should just take this month and escape into a real reading extravaganza, with my feet propped up, but I can’t make my mind stop racing long enough to want to read a whole damn book.
I need, not just distractions, not just random activities which fill day after day, but something big, which I can fold my life around. That’s just the kinda girl I am.
And I’ll get there. But probably not till I birth this baby, and the heat knocks it off a little.
Until then, how about a nice little blog, to scheme my future DIYing and air the laundry?