I know things have changed when…

I just moved and am extremely busy.

What has been hard has been trying to keep things as normal as possible for Barry while I endure all the endless trauma.

This move is so different than the last one. It is because I am different. I know this because the idea of purchasing anything not absolutely necessary literally makes me sick. I am not joking. There are items I must purchase (food, a shower curtain, that kind of thing), but I cannot imagine going out and buying anything more that I would have to cram into the apartment. This is a physical revulsion. I will now be impossible to buy for because I know I will likely throw out whatever people give me.

This is involuntary simplicity. I am so much more organized than ever. I am a little impressed with myself. I didn’t know I could be this organized. Necessity truly is the mother of invention.


About cdhoagpurple

I have an MBA, am married to a GM/UAW retiree with Huntington's Disease. I am more Buddhist than Christian. I plan on moving to Virginia when widowed. I have a friend''s parents that live down there and another friend living in Maryland. I am simplifying my life in preparation for the eventual move.Eight years ago, my husband had stage 4 cancer. I am truly "neither here nor there." My identity shifts and I am always surprised where I end up. 2015 was my hardest year ever. This is my Dark Night of the Soul. Welcome to it.

One response to “I know things have changed when…”

  1. Ninasusan says :

    I’m reading Gift from the .Sea by Anne Lindbergh. It’s short. I do t know if it will help you feel better and help you sort through the angst to know you are normal!

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