This is the first year of my entire life that we didn’t change our clocks. It turns out Arizona doesn’t fall back or spring forward. I’m thrilled. This time of year my body naturally starts to wake up earlier. I like having the extra time in my mornings. Then bam! We have to change our clocks and I’m back to waking up what feels like early — but it’s really not. Does that make sense?
My husband went to the Bay Area this weekend to move my son and his girlfriend from their tiny apartment into a more spacious house. They had been in the apartment for five years and my son was stressed. He said this felt like the first time he’s really moved. He explained that his earlier moves were to college into a dorm room, from a dorm room to a co-op and finally into the apartment in the Bay Area. He didn’t have much to move besides books and clothes. After five years he now has “stuff.” Big stuff like a desk, bed, dresser, a full kitchen with stuff like a rice cooker, dishes, pots and pans — and a plethora of plants.
My husband called me in disbelief after driving to Uhaul. The moving truck my son reserved wasn’t available. It turned out all the vehicles at Uhaul had their catalytic converters stolen! They had to drive two towns away to get a Uhaul — and they lost valuable hours. Welcome to the Bay Area!
I had a quiet weekend writing and reading. I really enjoyed my time alone. Here’s to Week 2 of NaNoWriMo.
What are your thoughts about the time change? Do you adjust to it easily or do you find it a pain?