unfamiliar yet not foreign.

I am surrounded by boxes. I feel weird. It is my stuff but it sort of feels alien. Most things will remain in boxes for a bit. I ordered bookshelves which should arrive on Wednesday. It will take care of about... a third of the books? Maybe?
The dishwasher isn't functioning. This adds to that frantic feeling. The kids kept getting all of their toys out so the house looks as if it exploded.
We went to the pub for dinner. It was all right. Their chips are disappointing. The fish and chips aren't bad. the burger is underwhelming but that is a nation-wide problem. At least the cider was satisfying, and a stranger paid me a kind compliment. Saying my kids were rather well behaved and that I was patient when they were fussy. I told him I saved the yelling for when we were at home.
Even though it was beginning to rain outside as we left, it was still beautiful. The lingering smoke from the fireplace of the pub, the ocean in the distance, the wind of October.

Oh the boxes. I sense I will feel mildly out of sorts until things have a place. My children have too many toys. I may find a way to send some off to charity. I also have a lot of shoes.

Life is speeding by too fast.