Dang It. Dang it. Gonna Take a Rope and Hang It.

I'm sitting here trying to absorb my new space, or be absorbed by it.  I've moved from a cold climate to a rainy one, from an old house to a new one, from a conservative place to a liberal one, from a busy street to a . . . well, busy street.  I must like busy streets or I'm not smart enough to move to a quiet one.  We looked at one place to rent on a quiet street and it seemed too . . . well, quiet.  The great thing about busy streets is you can always complain about how noisy they are.  I have got to have something convenient to complain about.

I was up first and tried to sit quietly and . . . well, not freak out. Mostly I haven't been freaking out but it sure is easy to get upset out of all proportion to what I think is upsetting me. This is not unexpected, frankly. It's not an insignificant thing to move from a place that I have called home for 20 years. Everything was a known quality there, which is one of the reasons that we moved. I hate it when everything is too familiar, then I hate it when everything is all new and shit.
Yesterday I couldn't find the grocery store I wanted to find, then I couldn't find the things that I wanted to buy at that grocery store, then the things were too expensive or they didn't have the brand I wanted, etc. etc.  Small stuff became large stuff because of all of the change, and I became impatient.

We went to a meeting yesterday near our house.  First one in 3 or 4 days, which is 1 or 2 days too long normally and way too long with all of the change.  It was full of tattooed, pierced, young people.  I was definitely the oldest person there and I'm not that old.  The topic was a section from our text that talked about pausing when agitated and doing something or the other, I can't remember exactly what but it sure wasn't what I had been doing, I know that.  And it was brought up by an especially tattooed and pierced young woman.  I thought of the fit I threw not 20 minutes earlier because I wanted Florida tangerines, not California ones.


Those young people.