I'm taking a break from unpacking, in what feels like a more comfortable version of my last two and a half years of packing, unpacking, packing, unpacking. At least I have six months to camp out in this darling, thoughtful house with the giant backyard. I live alone again, for the first time in five years. It's quiet and nice, and there was no one to judge me when I celebrated the move-in with a half a bag of Hint O Lime Tostitos and that plastic, mucky, delicious queso in a jar. I had a craving I couldn't stop, and I figured since I had resisted the ice cream cone lurking inside of McDonalds, 30 feet away from my office door, for the last three days, that I deserved a chip with queso. Mmmmmm so good.
The celery and sushi at lunch today reminded me that fresh really does taste better, no matter what I might think in the moment. I'm craving the bananas instead of the Reese's, and the radishes instead of the Cool Ranch Doritos. We'll call that progress.
And I sure am getting a work out with the moving. Phew. My back hurts.
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