In the past couple of weeks, since my great and powerful frenzy of activity quieted, I have had time to appreciate some of the finer things in life, like sleeping, and not cramming ten days of stuff into each seven day week. But mostly, the down time has given me a chance to appreciate how much different life is without the specter of a move every two years or less. Usually, as my pattern goes, finishing something huge, like a training or classes, would be followed immediately by finding another place to live, then arranging to get all of my stuff there, then getting rid of half of my stuff, packing the rest of my stuff, transporting my stuff, self and animals to the next location, then unpacking all my stuff, setting up all my stuff, finding a way to pay for the whole process, and then at some point, getting around to the next big training, project, job, whatever. Now, we have been in our house two years this month with no plans to move -a record in my adult life.
So, I have just come through this period of great activity, and all I have to do is… nothing. Do my job, of course, and… anything else I want to do. Play with my blog, move my email, write, play my accordion, catch up on fun things I have been ignoring, like twitter, and making friends locally, AND, most importantly, because we are not going to be shelling out five to ten grand for a move anytime soon*, I can be a little frivolous and buy Scott and myself iPhones. That is the real point of this: yes, putting down roots yields more time to cultivate my passions, make friends, and become a better person, but better yet, it yields iPhones.
*By no means should the universe infer from this that it is time for us to have to shell out five to ten grand on something, unless the universe is planning on sending us said five to ten grand in advance of the shelling. I have learned the hard way that sometimes it is very, very important to be specific.
