We went on vacation, and it was lovely and relaxing. Two days ago, I got home and jumped right into life and work again, and that was not. It’s the post-vacation backlog of work attacking me.
It doesn’t help that after every vacation, I unpack. This in itself is not a problem, but the unpacking takes me almost an entire day. This is because a vacation always gives me new eyes, and those new eyes fixate on exactly what is wrong with our house.
Now, I love our house, but it has its definite quirks, as any secondhand house does. There’s a small hole in the deck, the upstairs door doesn’t close quite right, some bits are not painted, and our kitchen needs a huge overhaul.
Last time I went on vacation I came home and spent the next day rearranging the living
room furniture. We had about three pieces too many of living room furniture, so I
dismantled them and moved them to different parts of the house. After two months, I
finally managed to get rid of one of them. Now our living room has space in it, and it
looks wonderful. Apparently this had been bothering me for a while, but the vacation
gave me the new eyes and the energy to realize it.
This vacation, I’m working on the kitchen. Our kitchen is somewhat of a lost cause, since
it needs a complete overhaul. However, after nine years of marriage, I decided to get rid
of the mismatched cutlery that we’ve had for more than a decade and use the nice stuff
that we have in a drawer. May as well. I also reorganized our food shelves and gave the
interior of the fridge a massive scrub.
My propensity for large-scale reorganizing at inopportune moments is a little awkward,
but without it, very few big cleanups would get done at our house. Maybe I should go on
vacation more often.
Image courtesy of Quick Color on Stock Exchange.