A recurring theme in my life lately has been: you can’t do it all.
Yesterday, I woke up at 6:30 to finish packing and then packed/moved/unpacked until 6:30pm before hopping in the shower and walking over to Emily’s for book club, where I stayed until around midnight.
I woke up this morning, planning to run 9 miles before my mom came back to help me finish unpacking. I put on my running clothes and headed out. After standing in place for 5 minutes waiting for my Garmin to get satellites as my runny nose…ran…I realized I probably wasn’t going to make it all 9 miles. I was freaking physically exhausted.
I had 4 miles on my plan for tomorrow, so I decided to switch the two, and felt much happier about that decision. With allergies and being exhausted from the move and then going out last night, my legs were absolute lead. This was not one of those runs that got easier as I continued or was at all enjoyable at the time, but at least I got it in.
I came back home and met my mom to finish unpacking.
I’d say I’m about 95% unpacked, because my mom is awesome and I can’t stand living out of boxes. This is looking towards the kitchen/entryway.
This is looking from the kitchen/entryway.
And this is the alcove where my bed/bedroom furniture are.
The color is way more Tiffany blue than I anticipated, but still beats plain white walls.
I can’t wait to finish up the unpacking/sorting, and have this really look like a home! If you need me, I’ll be on Pinterest for the rest of the weekend.