Life has felt a little out of sync lately. Not sure why. Perhaps because most of my belongings have been in quarantine the last few weeks from a brush with bedbugs. We don't mess with bedbugs. We have had them several times with some expensive and expansive decontamination measures. It's horrible to say we know bedbugs.
I thought about my initial thoughts after finding the bedbugs was to throw everything away. I was so frustrated to once again find bedbugs in a hotel and that I had not been more cautious with my belongings that I just wanted to just walk away from it all and not deal with it. I couldn't bring them home once again. Thankfully I calmed down. I know what to do if infected or exposed to bedbugs. It's a nuisance but it's not the end of the world so I carefully took all the precautions needed to ensure that I wouldn't contaminate the house.
As I pulled the final bag from the freezer with all the journals and such to defrost, I looked over the simple possessions and remembering I had been willing at one point to throw it all away. The reality is I don't really care about most of it, but the journals and sketchbooks would be a sad loss. I have missed not being in their pages each day. I have started a couple of new journals to tide me over, but like a good relationship, a journal takes time. It needs to be worn in. It needs to be messed up and problems need to be work through within the pages.
It's amazing how something so simple as a planner and journal that has been part of your daily routine for as long as you can remember can make the whole day feel a little lost. I'm clearly a routine kind of gal. I love my quiet time of reflection and I'm so happy to not only be bedbug-free but to have my old friends back on this journey with me.
John was traveling for work as well. That always throws our lives out of sync.