I called home this morning, before going for a run. The time difference has wreaked havoc on schedules and timing, it’s been hard to connect. One thing that came out of the conversation was the total lack of breathing room.
Since I got here, I’ve been on the go for one thing or another. I know life is busy, and also messy, but if I had stayed in the States, it’d be less so. I’d still have to adjust to new, or somewhat familiar surroundings but rules, banking and whatnot would stay the same. Finding and furnishing an apartment would be easier. Heck, shipping what I own would’ve been easier! And cheaper.
So since I got here, I haven’t had any breathing room. I’ve had to adapt to something almost every day. Commute. Office environment. Coworkers. Transportation. Weather. Grocery stores. Sticker shock. Packaging in two languages. New apartment. Lack of furniture. Lack of cooking utensils. Going home. Coming back, and all that entailed.
I could sense getting worn down a little, and overwhelmed. Lot of change and little time to process and deal. Part of the stress of speaking at the upcoming conference compounded things, too. More travel. Speaking and exhibiting. Needless to say, I’m really looking forward to May!
But it seems the powers that be have decided it’s time for a breather before I really lose it.
The conference has been postponed.
On the one hand, it sucks. Despite my nerves, I was looking forward to the opportunity, and the challenge. And meeting new people and catching up with others. At the same time though, I’m kind of glad.
Now I get some breathing room.