I think I am the inversion of Sheldon (The Big Bang Theory – but you probably figured that one, right?). I start a bunch of projects, super-excited about every single one of them but I cannot for the life of me seem to finish any of them. Like the jacket I started knitting weeks ago. (Still not anywhere near a jacket, actually even the opposite because I messed up the pattern so I started to open it up again.) Like the novel I started writing in the fall. (I actually made a deliberate choice of putting that on hold until the job situation wouldn’t suck all the energy out of me but I think for now I can add it to the list of enthusiastically started and abandoned projects.) Like the jewelery. (I am determined to start up an etsy-site as soon as I have made a cool header! Yeah, right.) Like this blog. (Ok, there is no finish but you know what I mean, it’s been kinda quiet dead around here). The list goes on but I think you get the point.

I am more and more in love with the idea of getting rid of all my stuff just so that there won’t be anymore distractions, and I can remember what’s important. Yesterday, I even got so far as to get some empty boxes from the basement, and just started to put my stuff in them. I figured if I pack up everything I don’t feel I need right now it might help. If I realize I do need something, I can always go into the basement and get it back. If I don’t, then great – I am already set for the next time we move. Well, I ended up filling six boxes and to my horror, the apartment feels just as cluttered as before. Also, while I was packing, I got the feeling that I probably won’t go into the basement, that a year from now, the boxes will still be untouched, and that I really probably should just get rid of it all but, of course, I couldn’t. Yet …? We’ll see.

Wait, actually, what was the point of telling you this? Maybe a sort of explanation for the lack of postage around here? That could actually just as easily be explained by my relapse into serial addiction – all three seasons of UNITED STATES OF TARA in three or four days.

Wow, I just wrote and deleted and re-wrote and deleted a paragraph. They were too ranty even for me!?

I think what I am trying to say is: I have been feeling stuck and sort of in between for a while now. As much as I hated the idea of slowly killing this blog, I just didn’t feel like I had anything to say. So I didn’t. But I am seeing a light at the end of the tunnel. Some major changes are about to happen but I’m not really ready to write about them yet. Hopefully soon, though, so bear with me.

Meanwhile: Here are some pictures from our little trip on the first of May.

Peter took this picture. It looked like a dream then and there. I was doubtful it would translate in a photograph. Still not sure. But I’m glad he took the pic anyway.

Love the color of this moss.

And a line from the UNITED STATES OF TARA theme song: „I know we’ll be just fine when we learn to love the ride.“ Here’s to learning to love the ride.