Old Stuff in New Places

The type of “new” writing I tend to do lately has been about chronicling my life transitions:

move to Eugene, OR

and now

my move to Michigan

There are mornings I wake up and wonder where I am

Currently even the familiar feels new, as I search for routine

Each task has felt like a challenge, though I’ve done it a hundred million times:

shower

x-stitch

run

watch Netflix

sit quietly with a book

taking out the trash

Nevertheless, it is the first time in my new home in Okemos, MI to have done these things—muscle memory reminding me of their past pleasures.

I want the new to feel old, and the old to feel like home, but right now everything feels out of place.