Lately, I've been feeling odd.
And I really wrestled with writing about it, because, well, frankly I am boring myself.
All this talk about moving around I'm SURE ya'll are just bored to tears with the topic.
But I suppose that IS what is going on in my life and this thing is getting really weird.
It all started a couple of nights ago when I was lying in bed, waiting to fall asleep, when suddenly I didn't know where I was.
Weird, huh? It was like I could have been in any of my past 6 beds in the last 12 months. I actually got a little panicky after a minute and had to roll over and feel next to the bed to figure out where I was. You see, the nightstands in each place have been a little different.
Weird weird WEIRD.
It happened again last night. Except the panic was doubled.
Then, tonight, after Ian and my date, as we stood up in the movie theater to leave, it hit me that I didn't know what city I was walking out into. Isn't that ridiculous?!?
I'm dubbing it Transitional Vertigo.
Too many moves. Too many "homes," and too many new places.
I know what's causing it too.
We're supposed to get the pictures of our new apartment in the UAE any day now. And it's all I can think about.
I mean, these pictures will reveal what will be my home for the next two years.
TWO YEARS people! That's longer than anywhere I've lived in, well, the last two years.
These will be the pictures of my home, not just my housing. All of that to say, I'm an anxious wreck.
I'm not worried, just anxious to see.
Anxious to move.
Anxious to start what we've been working towards for so long.
And all of that anxiety is leading to quite the case of transitional vertigo.
Spinning walls and all.