I got my room back!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes, that deserves all the exclamation points. I could have capslocked. It is that major. I feel good now and I kid but we were approaching a disaster of suicidal proportions and that is not a joke. My mom nearly had a heart attack on Saturday, too, from all the stress. It was scary. (I kept calm and helped her through it but I also asked if I should call an ambulance something like five times.)
For ridiculous bureaucratic reasons that have only just now chosen to arise, my grandma can only stay in Valencia for three months at a time now, which means I have nine months to grow my business and save up to move somewhere lest I end up having to share a room with my sister again, a fate that rivals the apocalypse in utter direness. We are not for this. On the other hand, I always vaguely intended to jet off to Estonia next summer to be near my best friend, so the dates work out nicely.
The first day back in my room, there was cleaning and nausea and my mom had some feelings about where a nightstand should go and her being upset upset me and I ended up crying about being a failure and back in my old room again. I watched Bachelorette, which I can’t decide how I feel about and thus will forget in due time, and didn’t manage to finish an entire pizza, and slept like crap because my pillow has doubled in size — thanks, grandma! — and I didn’t feel like touching its insides.
I still haven’t, actually. I just put it on a vertical position and sleep with my head on the mattress. I napped for six hours yesterday. I was exhausted and the lorazepam helped me out there. So is the escitalopram — I stuck with it because it seemed to have an effect on my sleep schedule, and that appears to have held.
Still settling, all in all. It always takes a little while. I’m glad I have three weeks before London.
London: not exactly booked yet. Sort of budgeted for. I’m waiting to sort out accommodation, which may be a bit last-minute; I’m waiting to hear back from a hotel before I sort something out with someone on airbnb, if she can do my dates — we got mixed up, I think. Then I’m keeping an eye on a hostel that only asks for one week’s notice before people leave, so I can’t book anything there until late August. I’ll be there on September 4 or earlier, and stay for a week or two.
I set up an Instagram account to sell some bits and reduce the amount of luggage I bring back: it’s at lixtidies. I’m contemplating setting up a Calendly to book mini shoots. I made a Pinterest board with some ideas.
Aside from shooting, I’m taking September off. All of it. I’m blocking out August so I can wrap up all my pending projects, and I want to enjoy London. Take a lot of pictures, walk around, do some touristy shit. I may work on my rebrand; not sure about when, but probably not while I’m there.
I’ll probably only blog sporadically until October as well. It won’t be very different from my usual MO, so there’s probably no need to announce it. For once, being unreliable works in my favor. Hooray!
This week, I will
- work on two blog designs
- host a #bookbloggers chat on YA (today — Tuesday — at 7 PM UK! Be there!)
- write three posts, two for this blog and one for femsplain
- watch the US national gymnastics championship!!
- stay on top of email
and try to treat myself like I do not hate me.
What are your plans?