I haven’t blogged in a while. Given how hectic things have been lately, I’ve found it easier to tweet. But I’ve been craving the deeper reflection that comes with a blog post. That said, I feel like it’s come out of hitting a wall.
This past spring was a whirlwind. I wrapped up classes and assignments for my program at MIT, just in time to get on a plane to South Africa and Turkey for a final program trip. I returned to the U.S. within a few days’ time of our June 8 graduation, engaged in a packing frenzy to meet our June 10 flight deadline to San Francisco. June 11 I started working at BrightBytes (www.brightbytes.net), an educational software startup in SF’s financial district. We lived out of suitcases for a few weeks until we could move into our apartment on June 23.
Did I mention we’d shipped books and clothes and that we’d sold all of our furniture? That meant we’d come home to an empty apartment (peaceful – I liked that), but nothing to sit on (not as romantic as it sounds; aging bones and muscles revolt).
At the same time, I’ve been increasing my running distances and my strength training workouts. Let’s just say that I’ve hit the wall all the way around – body and mind. I woke up today tired, cranky, and emotionally spent. Oh. And homesick. Today I’m really missing NYC and the summer heat. Too bad it can’t be bottled, so that I could buy a vat of it and stick my head in when I want a good dose.
Sigh . . .