I, for the first time in 11 years, have a new physical address.
There are a lot of stories I could tell about that and the process of getting it, but holy shit I got out of practice. I used to switch addresses every couple years. I guess I forgot how awkward and anxiety-inducing the first few nights alone at a new place are. I don't know any of this background noise yet.
To be clear, I haven't heard anything alarming. It's just, places sound very different even if they're quiet, and I have 11 years of experience telling me dysfunctional home sounds like something else. Now I have to learn what maybe-hopefully-functional home sounds like.
So far so good with the new place. We'll see how I feel in a few months, but as long as we don't deteriorate to management actively gaslighting and deflecting me, it'll be a massive improvement. 😀
Oh and then there's the "I'll put my phone where I normally do, on my desk. But hey, there's no desk. Let me drop it somewhere that makes sense in the moment, do 15 things and hey, where'd I leave my hone?" Replace "phone" with half a dozen other things, and that's also my life of late. I'll figure all this shit out eventually I'm sure but right now the cognitive load is crushing.
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