New home, new life

So we're in. We're settled. The new paint has dried and dust has settled. 

It has been great to have more space, but at the same time, it feels like too much. There is more to clean, and more ways to be isolated. My sister-in-law recently told me about how when their family moved from the two-bedroom extended stay place they were in to their new home, all of a sudden she was wondering where everyone was. 

It really got me thinking about how in America, square footage is king. You want enough space so that you could live your life and never see another member of the household. When Tom and I look for our "forever home," we usually look for somewhere with lots of bedrooms, but now I'm wondering if that's really what I want. The grass always does seem to be greener. 

I've also been lamenting the loss of my support system. I moved closer to my mom, but she is perpetually busy in what could only and without any sort of blame be described as a coping mechanism. Tom is always gone or busy with homework, and I've been left feeling sorry for myself. 

I decided that in order for me to feel like I have more time for myself, I'm going to have to carve it out. Even though I've been feeling super beat every morning since Claire and I had a mystery illness, I'm waking up at 5:45 to get cracking on the day. I'll report back on the progress!

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