'send me off forever, but i ask you please-'

we have a house. this is nothing short of amazing to me. we do grownup things like spend $2K on a fence for the yard and have A Mortgage. and i still feel about 22. not that 22 is that far away from 29. but these things that are part of an adult life are a part of my life, and somehow the obviousness of that correlation does not sink all the way into my noggin.

after weeks of packing and then unpacking i can't handle anymore organzing. i'd say about 80% of things are out of boxes and put away, but i have reached an impasse where i simply do not want to do any more at the moment. i sit here in our computer room knowing the entrance hall is cluttered with random plastic totes and shopping bags, a couple things needing to be assembled, and i just can't deal with it right now. i love our house but i want a vacation!

so today so far i have slept in, had some non-breakfast food, joyfully watched the dogs frolic in the yard, checked my gossip websites, and played a few hours of sims 2 pets on wii. and i feel guilty! which is ridiculous. or maybe i just tell myself it is ridiculous to feel less lazy. particularly because i know it is pretty damn lazy, for example, to want to go outside to get the mail but to not do so because it requires putting pants on (flashback to new years: "no pants in 'o7!").

i'm hoping to get to new york next week. i think in 4 days i can approximate getting a fill of the people and things i need to see and do. (er. doing the things, not the, ah, people, to be clear.) it feels bizarre to think i have been away from brooklyn now for the same amount of time that i lived there. my mindframe considering this is melancholy, a little, but not regretful.