So now I have been back from Paris for about three weeks, and I remain is a serious state of confusion as to what my next professional step in life will be. It is possible that my ducks have never been less in a row than right now.
That said, the one good thing I have going for me is that the name of my blog remains astonishingly apt. So it is nice that there is one thing about which I need not worry.
Just to give some sense of my personal chaos: my husband is in Texas, and has been for the past two months because work took him to Houston. We do not live in Texas, nor will we ever live in Texas, so this separation is not the norm and is not fun. I am still in Cape Cod, though I no longer live in Massachusetts, so this too is not the norm. Technically, we "live" in Charleston, but our house in South Carolina is rented out and will remain rented out for another several months, so we don't really live there at all at the moment.
In case you are failing to read between the lines, or to read at all, I am basically a homeless person whose life and belongings are scattered amongst three states. I also currently have no steady job and no car. In fact, I do not even have a bicycle as I loaned it to the renters. I think I still have friends, but the jury is out on that one since I have yet to get a new portable phone since returning to the states and thus have been out of touch with the majority of mes amies.
My dogs seem to be cool with all of this, so that situation along with my blog title, is the second thing I currently have going for me.
My friend Dave told me yesterday that what I have right now is a wonderful amount of flexibility. Dave, by the way, is prone to euphemisms.
Really I am very much in limbo. And that situation itself is another of life's great ironies because my mother and I actually had to evacuate her house on Cape Cod due to the flooding brought on by Hurricane Irene. So we are now staying in a hotel uptown where I actually won the limbo contest in 7th grade at a friends Bat Mitzvah. Seriously, at this very hotel--I passed the "ballroom" where that crowning life achievement occurred yesterday on my way to the fitness room. Life laughs at you sometimes, doesn't it?
On the brighter side of things, I have been able to work on my book(s), and having the time and space to do so is a great thing. And another writing venture just turned up as well; I have now been enlisted to work on a project with my great friend who is an underwear specialist.
So I may be homeless, but at least I am not predictable.
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