A day late, I know. We collapsed in bed last night before I had time to post.
We decided to move 3 weeks ago, a decision made when we realized how much my Covid-induced unemployment had affected not just our bottom line, but also the butterfly effect on our ability to retire at some point. We found our beautiful little apartment 5 years ago, at the height of rental madness in SF, and we just can’t afford it any more.
So for the next few days, I’ll be living amongst boxes.
I’m leaving next week for my first concerts in 6 months, which is thrilling – I’ll write about that later this week. But I have no idea when gigs might become more regular, and the uncertainty continues to challenge me. Moving is a huge upheaval in itself, the unsettling reality of assessing your possessions, what they mean, what you need.
But for now I’m keeping anxiety at bay focusing on the things I have some control over (getting boxes organized, feeding the dog, finding time for a quick run). I’ll update you post-move, which takes place on Thursday. Wish me luck!