Now that I’ve developed this very unfortunate habit of rarely posting, whenever I do sit down to write something I always like to skim my last post so I can see what sort of things I said I would do that I never actually got around to doing.

This time I was pleasantly surprised because I’ve done most of the things. I washed my really disgusting car, and I did, in fact, start working out and eating better.

But paying more attention to my blog and the blogs of others? Not so much.

At first I thought it was some combination of laziness, procrastination, and blog block that was keeping me from posting. But as I was sitting here looking at the list of posts I keep meaning to write and my still ridiculously full google reader, it hit me.

It’s not writing that I haven’t felt like doing. It’s interacting.

Interacting is what I love best about blogging (and twitter). It’s not just talking about my life, it’s talking to you all about my life, and hearing about yours.

You know how sometimes you have those days where you just want to be left alone? You don’t feel like making conversation, and you can’t really come up with anything interesting to say anyway? Unfortunately, “sometimes” is becoming “all the time” for me.

I felt so blah one day last week that I actually took a break from the internet. For like, a whole day.

People, this is serious.

The good news is that I’ve figured out where my feelings of listlessness are coming from. The bad news is there isn’t much I can do about it that I’m not already doing.

I don’t think it’s any big secret that Jerrad and I have been thinking about moving away from here. Coming to a decision about where to go and then actually making it happen is taking longer than I’d like. Much longer.

The reasons for this are many and varied and more than deserving of their own blog post, so that’s all I’ll say here.

It’s not so much that I hate it here, or I that I hate where we are in our lives. I have much to be grateful for, and I recognize that. I do. It’s just that I’m so ready for this change, I don’t know what to do with myself in the meantime. I don’t feel like doing anything, unless it involves packing or looking at rentals in a new city.

In the meantime, I guess I’ll just sit here and wait for life to catch up with me.

Tags: Relocating, situational depression

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