The last month or two really flew by. swoooosh Loads of commitments, things happening at work, I can’t remember when was the last time I just buried myself in a book for a whole day (or at least a whole afternoon). A friend commented that I’m very lucky if my main complaint is over-active social life, but honestly, at this point, I’m just counting the days until my days (especially weekends!) are all mine again. Plus I have two days to come up with a perfect outfit to attend a wedding, at a time when my shopping mojo is at an all-times low. Meh. Let’s get on with things.
1) paperwork – Ahhh, it’s so nice not having to worry about the legality of my being in any given country at any given time. The last time I went to visit my parents, I didn’t even have to search for my passport, as my ID was enough to cross the border – I just threw some clothes in a bag and drove away! What a lovely feeling. I managed to accomplish most of other, smaller goals here, except switching banks. Too much of a hassle and I’d rather wait another year or two to see if the economy is going to collapse anyway. :P My bank does get on my nerves oh so very much, like randomly making mandatory all kinds of services I’ve never wanted to use. Grrr.
2) health – Mysterious joint aches still mysterious, weight gain stopped but not reversed. I did manage to train myself to a different eating schedule (main meal after work, not during lunch break like before), so I don’t snack all the time anymore. I’m doing something meditation-like most days even if it’s just a few minutes and reading about stress and relaxation techniques. I’m not doing much running (due to mysterious joint aches, MJA from now on :P), but I’m starting an aerobics class today. Will I survive? Will my unfitness leave me collapsed on the floor, gasping for air? Will MJA show themselves and convert me into an arthritic old lady for the next 10 days? Stay tuned for another episode of “Getting back to fitness with Vex!”
Oh yeah, I scheduled my regular checkups during Oct/Nov. 4 different doctors! I feel like a hypochondriac. No, wait, I am one! Ah, it’s ok then. :)
3) everything else – I’ve moved the rest of my stuff to my boyfriend’s place. Hm… Not much else done. I don’t feel like accomplishing anything, I feel like nesting. I want to garden and knit and cook and bake and clean and make my home beautiful and above all snuggle. I don’t feel like going to meetings, typing up reports, negotiating with bloody infuriating stupid customers, negotiating with bloody infuriating stupid bosses, worrying that I’ve missed something if no catastrophe comes up after 2 consecutive days of calm, negotiating with occasionally infuriating boyfriend about home improvements, trying to juggle friends, family, work, sleep, basic hygiene and food without letting any of that fall out. :P
So there. I just have to survive till the end of the year. It’ll be better next year: 1 month unpaid leave, 1 month paid leave, Tunisia, probably Corsica again, London at least once and maybe Barcelona. Q4, you’d better behave yourself, I’m not going to tolerate any more of this Q3-like dumping-of-things-to-do-on-my-head. ;)

