As I sit here among piles of books and belongings, turning my head slightly toward the window to watch the sun set behind the Park Avenue high-rise buildings to the west, I feel remarkably at home.
We are nowhere near settled, but we’re here.
Anyone who has moved before knows that it is chaotic.
Finding a new place for everything — or finding anything — can be challenging, time consuming…all consuming.
One quick step at a time, we are getting there.
May was a month on the move. I moved out of two apartments and in to one. I moved in to a new job. These are significant changes, but I could not have imagined how much of my time they would take.
I feel as if I have been in a constant state of motion. I can’t think of a single hour that I’ve been awake since April that hasn’t been spent on the move. I am constantly doing something.
I have eased up on running; both for purposes of time and also to give my legs a chance to rest before I begin building my base.
That’s right. Marathon training is about to begin.
The road to 26.2 will be a whole different kind of on the move.
So for now, I’ll just keep putting one foot in front of the other.