Picking Up the Pieces

I moved all my crap back to Baltimore. I’ve been wondering if this was the best decision-should I have tried to make my new home in Asheville work? Or should I race back to a place where I was safe (not to mention rent-free)?

It was the point at which I unloaded all my crap out of the truck and surveyed my mess that I started thinking that maybe picking up and running away wasn’t my best plan. Surveying all the stuff that I was convinced at some point or another was important enough to save.

I’ve lately decided though, that despite being overwhelmed by my giant mess, moving home was the right choice for me. I got lucky in Asheville, found roommates on Craigslist that weren’t complete psychopaths and liked to be social butterflies on the town with me. But fun isn’t necessarily what I need right now. I like fun, but what I need is a project. What I need is to take the steps to figure out what comes next.

I have that in Baltimore. Because I’m suddenly in the midst of a project. A make our house not look like an episode of Hoarders project.

I’m still a little angry at the Asheville/job situation. Still a little bruised from being so unceremoniously being kicked. I catch myself muttering “Why Me?” under my breath every now and again (usually as I’m dragging yet another trash bag down the stairs and to my car), but I’m slowly coming to realize that the “Why Me?” just isn’t cute.

November 13, 2011. Tags: decisions, Hoarders. A Mess, Job Hunting, Musings.