As I’ve unpacked following my move, I’ve caught glimpses of
my TVs. Not really a TV person, I
was hesitant to bring them with me but figured, what the heck, I might enjoy
them. Day after day, I’ve had no inclination
to try to hook them up, too busy unpacking, organizing and settling into my new
home.
You may wonder what the heck I’ve been doing in my
spare time if I don’t have any TVs hooked up. Well, frankly, there hasn’t been much spare time. Why? Cause I’m a nester, meaning that I most enjoy getting
completely unpacked and organized—to the point of looking as if I’ve lived in a
space for at least thirty years—within the first week following a move.
Some may find it more enjoyable to watch TV than to
unpack. Not me. Looking at stacks of boxes gives me the
jitters. Makes me uneasy, as if
the boxes are looking at me accusingly.
And if those same boxes could talk, I wouldn’t be the least bit
surprised if they wondered aloud why I wasn’t unpacking them.
LOL.
So for now, I’m content opening box after moving box,
extracting their contents and lovingly placing items where I believe makes the
most sense, is the most appealing, the most practical or is the most flattering
to my new home. No doubt I’ll get
around to hooking up the TVs. But for now, I’m content to spend any fleeting moments
of rest sitting and absorbing my new environment.
