I suppose everyone has their little routines to unwind, a couple steps to take you from dragging to recovery.
Some people hit the spa, have a glass of wine, a cup of tea, or a run.
I watch tv.
In the last year or so I've built a happy little routine into my week. Several days I try to get Finch down for a rest in his room, and after the lunch dishes are done I sit down and watch a tv show on the laptop. There is usually a piece of dark chocolate involved. Even if I fold laundry while watching, it's just nice to sit down, and get pulled into a story before snapping back to reality 45 minutes later. It's a small little pleasure, but I enjoy it so much!
With this move I've been waking up every morning before the sun, with my belly churning with stress acid, and overwhelm at the day's tasks. I've been falling asleep on the couch after working hard all day until 10, 11, 12, doing necessary things.
Today, for the first time in ages, I sat down and watched a show. It helped. I felt normal for 45 minutes. For 45 minutes this felt like my life again instead of a total swirl of change. For 45 minutes I wasn't overwhelmed by saying goodbye to treasured friends, or stressed at not having a place to live in Houston, or anxious about getting the suitcases packed, or worried about the dog. For 45 minutes it was just me, on the couch, with a chocolate, and a piece of normal.
I imagine there will be a time weeks from now when I'll be in Houston, sitting on an airbed with my laptop, catching up on several missed episodes. There might be boxes around me, or maybe no furniture, I might be stressed about other things, but I know that finding my regular shows again will help Houston feel normal, and then eventually, it will be.