I spent the day sorting through boxes from my move – really I should have finished all of this a long time ago.
I’ve been here nearly a month and there are still boxes for the kitchen that haven’t been unboxed.
I started by moving all the labelled boxes into the rooms they belong in, finding far too many labelled “Office” but at some point I guess I’ll have to get back to work… although, maybe “have to” is putting it strongly.
For the first time I don’t really have to work… but, I think that staying busy would be good for me.
Look at how I’ve behaved since coming here and not having a strong schedule for my days. I’m drinking river water and having strange conversations with virtual strangers in the woods.
I’m having strange dreams and treating them like reality.
I think getting back to work would keep me grounded.
It would keep me balanced.
And, if I’m being honest I’ve been feeling unbalanced for a very long time. Ever since I got the letter about inheriting this house and the stipend that goes with it.
Ever since finding out I had a great aunt no one ever told me about.
I didn’t even plan to come here.
I planned to sell the place sight unseen – because what would I want with an isolated stone cottage in the woods so far north.
I’ve lived in cities my whole life.
But, on a lark, I drove up here one weekend just to look around.
And, then I moved here.
Uprooted my whole life.
Something in me settled when I stepped on the property for the first time… and when it all clicked into place I realized that my soul wasn’t just unsettled since getting that letter… I’ve been unsettled my whole life.
But, this place – this little stone cottage on the outskirts of the Northern Woods… it gives me peace.