Shambles

I am trying desperately to find comfort and content in my mess of an apartment. Usually it is tidy, warm, welcoming and just cozy enough to wrap its arms around me while I settle in with a book and a tea.

But now. Now I'm packing, and everything is in shambles. The pictures are off the walls, the bed is unmade and covered in all the things I can't find an empty space for, and there are boxes everywhere. I can't so much as change my shirt without banging my elbows on things, leaving little bruises everywhere. I hate this phase of the moving effort. Nothing has a place and so it is all over. Aesthetics are so important to me. I feel almost incomplete and unhappy if I cannot sit down at the end of the night and be calmed by my environment.

Oh well. It's all part of the process of moving, I guess. So I'll deal with it and light a few candles to take the edge off. Maybe a bottle of wine will help, too.