So once again I’ve been feeling sort of blah and unmotivated. Yeah, the weather still sucks, and I had some residual back pain from my fall last weekend (fortunately pretty much gone after some intensive hound therapy and hot water bottles), and I’m in that unrewarding “middle slog” stage of all my projects. But it’s not that. I don’t mind the cold weather and there’s nothing I like better than lying around on the couch with a couple of dogs. And while the middle slog (after the “excited beginning” and before the “yay we’re finally there!”) stage is full of hard, often dull work, it’s not like I’ve never done this before and like I don’t know what to expect.
No, this morning I figured out what it is: I’m stir crazy.
Look, I love this city and everything, but sometimes you just want to get out of your routine and go somewhere else. But I don’t exactly want to travel as a tourist. I don’t want to just go somewhere for a week and look around at stuff – once you start to get a hang of the place you’re gone. I’d love to go somewhere else – like Berlin or Barcelona – and live there for 2 months or so.
But I don’t want to leave my house or my dogs or anything. I love my house, and I love Madeline and Gus, and I couldn’t just leave them for two months or take them somewhere for that long – they need their routines and stability. No, what I really want is to transport my entire house and contents to another city, live there for a while, then transport it all back…
And that’s when I realized that my new-found appreciation for Doctor Who has basically made me want to live in the TARDIS. Only without the time travel and constant mortal danger and intriguing but emotionally unavailable room-mate.
As this is obviously impossible, I hereby give up my vague longing to travel and stay at home at the same time. I’ll make it through the winter in my unfortunately stationary house, and I’ll like it. The next place I’ll go will probably be Saskatoon to visit my sister, and that’s just fine.
Now back to middle slogging for me.