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.

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About cdhoagpurple

I live in Michigan. I was Greek Orthodox (and previously Protestant), but now am more Buddhist than anything. I am single now (through the till-death-do-you-part clause of the marriage contract). My husband Barry was a good man and celebrated 30 years in AA. I am overly educated, with an MBA. My life felt terminally in-limbo while caring for a sick husband, but I am free now. I see all things as being in transition. Impermanence is the ultimate fact of life. Nothing remains the same, good or bad.

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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