Whew. "Macbeth" has finished its extremely successful run, I have completely moved in with Billy, and I have a few days of alone time before school starts (Billy's out of town for a Civil War event). We don't have cable set up, and since we have an old tv, we're not getting tv reception at all. I'm strangely relieved; I feel more peaceful here without a tv (although the dvd player works and we watch movies). The condo feels quiet, or perhaps I think that way because I have less to do. No rehearsals, no grad school classes, no set time to be at work yet.
I'm settling into this life of domesticity well. I talked to our school secretary today, and she said to me, "You're always busy." She's from South America and remarked that Americans feel the need to be constantly busy. Funny, but I've only felt the need to be constantly busy within the last few years. It's like I'm almost afraid to sit still, to relax. Billy gives me a hard time about that, too - he wishes I'd slow down. Perhaps it's time to slow down, relinquish myself from obligations, and just enjoy the time I'm not at work. I have to work on my thesis this year, but it's a relaxed schedule (except for the London research trip, but let's face it - that's like a vacation to me).
So for the next 4 or 5 days, I'm going to take advantage of being by myself and nest. I was by myself a lot in the apartment and had no desire to clean out things or organize, but I'm starting a new life now - a life shared with someone else. I need to finish unpacking my boxes, and I can clean the condo and just get comfy. And feel no guilt that I'm not doing anything outside the condo.
Cheers!
