I need to get back to blogging again. Y’all… I’ve kinda missed it.
On the other hand… I’ve kinda not missed it at all.
Don’t get me wrong, I still love having a blog. I’m sure I’ll still love writing on this blog as soon as I’m able to really get back into the swing of things. But, if I’m being honest, there are so many things about blogging that felt like I was in a rut prior to taking all this time off during the summer.
It’s not that I don’t like watching through my 100 favorite movies or watching back through Buffy the Vampire Slayer. It all just became routine… you know? And then I’d feel guilty if I missed a week or just didn’t feel like watching the next movie or writing about the next episode.
I’m not saying I want to stop doing those regular posts like I was doing (even though I have technically stopped for the past couple months). And it’s quite possible that I’ll get back into some kind of regular routine now that school is starting back up this week. Which means I’ll be back to working for a living.
I’m gonna miss the summer.
Even though it’s still unbearably hot outside. We’ve come out of the hottest July on record and are well into what will likely prove to be the hottest August on record. But climate change isn’t a problem? Sure…
So what do you need to know about me that’s happened in recent weeks?
I moved. That’s pretty much the big one. I’ve got my own apartment now. I have zero roommates!
Kids, this is the first time I’ve been able to live alone since moving back to Virginia way back in 2011. That’s eight years with various roommates.
It’s not as if I disliked all of my roommates. No, we all got along just fine (as far as I was concerned, anyway). But there’s something special about living all alone, isn’t there?
Is there a sense of freedom more freeing than being able to go to the bathroom with the door open? Every time.
Oh, and Naked Thursdays are back!
Sure, that’s too much information. Whatever.
Moving is a pain in all sorts of areas of the body. Figuratively and literally. Which means I’m really glad I like my new apartment as much as I do. Because I’m pretty sure I never want to move again.
In the days leading up to moving into my new place, I stayed with my mother while I was in between leases. During that time, she coerced me into helping out with the storage units that she shares with my sister. Most of the stuff is my sister’s stuff. But Mom’s ultimate goal was to get everything from two units down to one.
Mom was willing to go through things and reorganize. If it’d been up to me, I’d have thrown a lot of things out. But that’s because I haven’t a sentimental bone in my body. So instead of expecting me to sort through and organize various boxes of junk, my job was just to pick things up and put them down. A lot of heavy things…
Between that and moving my own boxes into my new apartment, I’m fairly certain I’ve developed some kind of hernia. It doesn’t hurt or anything. It’s just that there’s a fairly noticeable bulge right above my stomach. I mean, I know I’m fat… but this isn’t like fat. This isn’t the gut I’ve been carrying around for the last few years.
I also think I’ve messed up my knee. It doesn’t hurt all the time. Just when I bend it a certain way or kneel down on it.
Not that I’ve seen a doctor for either of these issues. Nor have I seen a doctor for the suspected mild concussion I may have sustained last week when I accidentally banged my head on the bathroom sink. I’ve had a fairly constant headache ever since then. And I get super tired pretty easily. Is that a concussion? I don’t know…
Every time I feel a new or different pain, I just have to wonder, Is this the new normal?
I had every intention of this post being about my new apartment and all the cool things there are to write about my new apartment. Instead, I complained like an old man who just complains about things. I really think I’m aging into my personality.
I’ll do a cool apartment post soon, though. I promise.
No, really. I mean it. It’ll be this week sometime, okay? I won’t wait until next month.