let’s call it what it is

It’s interesting: I’ve been sick for almost 5 years, and I’ve felt isolated, I guess, though that’s not the word I’m looking for. Apart, maybe, but not quite. But there’s a whole community out there, people with different diagnoses, yes, but the same struggles, the same balancing of day-to-day decisions and rationing of energy; knowing that if you clean the kitchen today, you might not have energy enough to get through tomorrow.

It’s silly, I guess, that I didn’t turn to the Web before now, but maybe I wasn’t ready. Maybe I still wanted to be singular, and now I’m ready for contact. I don’t know.

But, in real life, Tim and I have moved, an exciting, tiring, whirlwind endeavour we would not have been able to get through without the help of friends and family. We are slowly getting our new place together, a place that already feels more like home after a few days than our last apartment ever did. I’m excited to personalize it with little details like photos and curtains; those will come soon, I know.

In the meantime, I’m enjoying the silence that comes from the lack of cable TV, sitting here on the couch with my chicken noodle soup, trying to coax what I hope is just a bad cold into leaving me before Thanksgiving.

Here’s to hoping.