It seems like all I’ve been doing lately is filling out forms and signing things.
But I’m supposed to keep that all under wraps for a few more days, so I can’t exactly tell you why I’ve been filling out paperwork like it’s my job. Hey, I don’t make the rules for when I can tell you people things. It’s the cats who run the show.
The “fun” in “funemployment” might just represent the constant explanations that one has to give to strangers.
Random person: “Where do you work?”
Me: “I’m unemployed, looking for a job.”
Random person: “Oh! What do you do?”
Me: “I’m a writer.”
Let’s pause for a moment and recognize that “writer” is a very general term. But unless I want to stuff “Imaformerjournalist,butnowIworkinmarketing,socialmediaandwebsitecontent” into a 10 second answer, people would just stare at me blankly and think to themselves, “Geez, chick, I didn’t want to hear your entire resume.”
So instead I say “writer,” which makes me sound like I live in a Hallmark movie, probably wear a lot of cable sweaters, and live in a cabin on the beach.
Well, not quite. But this whole “funemployment” thing means I have a lot of free time. Which is why I can now browse the Internet and Pinterest for recipe ideas, compile meal plans, and spend quality time at the grocery store.
I would say I’m becoming quite the professional stay-at-home cat mom.
Six days until we drive out of of the 202. Or should we say one week?
Whatever it may be, we’re leaving DC soon.
I feel like our house should be more chaotic than it is right now. Because there are only a few packing supplies scattered around and a couple of boxes stacked, I’m beginning to think I haven’t been accomplishing as much as I should.
Brad and I have spent about 12 hours together in the past 5 days, with me spending last weekend in Phoenix and him in Boise this week. A couple of those hours consisted of building a dam out of towels in our apartment. We were about to leave for the airport when it sounded as if the shower had turned itself on. Brad rushed into the bathroom and exclaimed that water was pouring from the ceiling.
Not actually doing anything productive concerning “THE BIG MOVE,” but rather spending quality time with some of our favorite people. That included Brad’s parents who visited from Idaho, and my grad school friend, Catherine, who came for a weekend from New York City.
We love showing people around DC. And thankfully, we know the city very well. A friend of mine pointed out that our “DC Bucket List” mainly consists of restaurants, and I was quick to realize that’s because we’ve already done a lot in DC (and we both love food).