What a weird year this has been. Things started out fairly normal. January saw me still working from home, same job, same house. Now here I am in December, 50 pounds lighter, jobless, and preparing to completely change my life by selling the house and travelling Europe for a year. Wow. Didn’t see any of that coming.
I also didn’t see the ‘once in a century’ storm we’d have for
Christmas this year. Saturday, Christmas
Eve, Atlanta saw record low temperatures of 6 degrees F. I’m just glad that it’s been sunny and dry the
last two days. I can’t imagine living through
the blackouts and whiteouts they’re having up north this year.
Watching the weather reports only added to the sub-zero amount of Christmas spirit I have this year. I just packed the decorations into my storage unit last week. The last two months have been all about getting rid of a lot of stuff in preparation for the move, so no new presents for me (the only Christmas present I want is for someone to back up a truck full of money in front of my house and get it off my hands). I sent out a few cards as I do every year, but got zero response. Seems like I’m not the only one lacking in spirit.
Now I’m just waiting.
And it stinks. I can have all the
plans in the world to go out and explore, I can make all the travel arrangements
I want, but getting someone to first see my house and then decide to buy it is completely
out of my hands. The realtor I’m working
with is a nice guy and doing his best, but I think it’s just a matter of bad
timing. End of year, economy heating up,
lots of people getting laid off. So. The
holding pattern continues.
I do hope everyone has a good holiday.
