settling in is not so settling

We have been in South Hamilton, Massachusetts for over two months now.

I am no longer a Tennessean. This isn’t a vacation. I live here. I am a…Massachusettsian…

That couldn’t be right.

Anyway, we’ve lived here for a while now. And Marshall is settled into his routine. He goes to class four days a week, works a few days a week, and spends the rest of his time reading. Oh, and he got an A+ on his first midterm, which was in GreekSo I’d say he’s pretty settled.

I, on the other hand, am feeling less settled than I was when we first got here. I was really excited about this week. I was finally starting 20 hours a week of nannying, I had my 15 or so hours of editing to do, I had Nfocus articles to work on, and I had other writing opportunities in the works.

Well. Things aren’t as settled as I thought they would be. In case you didn’t know this, everyone else’s top priority is not always you and your needs. The world isn’t working, as I hoped it would, to make sure everything goes smoothly for me in this job transition.

So here I am, nannying, working on my Nfocus articles, and waiting to hear back from people. My 40 hour week didn’t quite go as planned, and I am allowed at least one more week to slide by without needing to be disciplined.

Marshall pointed out an important fact to me the other day. I lack work ethic. After I slapped him, he explained to me that what he meant was that I lack personal work ethic. When I have a boss, I get my job done, and I get my job done well. I outperform, I go beyond expectations, I silently compete with everyone around me to get the job done better. But left to my own devices, I struggle to motivate myself. This may be why I have never been good at the whole “job search” thing, because I don’t have anyone to impress while I’m unemployed.

Once I have people to report to, projects to complete, deadlines, expectations, I will be fine. But in the meantime, I’m working on my personal work ethic. I’m trying to write regularly, I’m trying to sit down for a certain amount of hours every day and “work,” whatever that looks like. How’s that working for me? Well, not as quite well as I had planned. But I’m going to keep at it. Because I’m a big girl now, and big girls don’t quit.

-me

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life in a post #2

Hey there, remember me? I’m the girl who used to post on her blog more than once a week.

Sorry about that, time got away from me last week, this whole settling in thing can be a bit unsettling at times.

It’s funny how being in a routine can make one more productive, while being out of that routine can derail even the smallest of habits due to lack of structure. Maybe I’m the only one who suffers this.

But I digress. I thought I’d catch you up on my Instagram life today, in case you don’t follow me on twitter.

Somehow, we have only made it into Boston once since we’ve been here, and this is a picture of the harbor. Or actually this is the Charles River, do you call that the harbor still? Whatever, it’s water.
We walked along the promenade beside the Charles River with my friend Morgan and her god-brother after a yummy dinner in Back Bay. I love the city, but it takes some planning and effort to get in there, and honestly, we have so much to entertain us in our area that we haven’t really felt the need to venture in.
I have loved finding quaint little houses in our area, and this one is on my usual walking route. Virtually every house up here has siding on it, it’s hard to find a brick house, which is interesting to me. I wonder if it has something to do with the weather, or the age of the houses. Enlighten me if you know. It doesn’t prevent the houses from being adorable though!
Did somebody say adorable houses?
I drove past this the other day and almost had a wreck. How could you not want to live here? Just imagine it in the snow.
This is another lovely addition to my walks. I caught him eating breakfast. We found a church up here (yay!) and started going to a community group on Monday nights, and we drove up last week to a long, winding driveway lined with huge old trees, flanked on either side by horse pastures.
This guy lived next door to the house where we met. Apparently there are three dalmatians that live on the grounds as well; it’s my goal tonight to meet them.
We also went antique shopping a few weeks ago, where we found our ottoman that we plan to re-cover, and literally I felt like I was walking into my grandmother’s basement. Like, I think half the trinkets I saw my grandparents owned at one point.
And most recently, we had dinner with friends of a friend (I suppose now we can call them friends!) in Somerville Mass (as they say up here), which is right outside of Cambridge, which is right outside of Boston.
We didn’t eat at Rosebud Diner, pictured above, but we walked past it in Davis Square and I thought it was awesome so I took a picture. Apparently it is one of two working Worcester Diners left in the country, so that’s cool, if you know what that means.
Other than that, we’ve just been living the life, you know. Sliding by on part-time gigs and trying to do some writing. We go home next weekend for a wedding which is fun, it will be good to see kitty.
Happy Monday, y’all.
-me.