Writing dropped off the priorities list after my last post in October because we did, in fact, move to Snowy State (although there's still no snow here). J got a job in Snowy State literally days after my last post--a college friend called on a Thursday to say that if J could be there on Monday, there was a job waiting for him, so he drove off with a car full of stuff and the cat. It's not a super reliable job, since theater work is unreliable work: when it rains it pours, but when there's nothing, there's nothing. Because J works on the technical set construction end, his kind of jobs dry up once the acting starts, as with the start of all the big Christmas shows.
Between my stipend and pinching our pennies, we're doing ok. J lived with my mother in October/November while looking for an apartment, and I stayed in Cloudy City to finish teaching, sublet our apartment, and finish the move out on that end. The Post Office has lost at least two of the twenty-three boxes (yes, 23!) of books I mailed, which concerns me since my academic and craft books are hard to find and expensive.
My sewing machine is also somewhere in transition across the country, so with the unpacking and holidays there will be minimal craft making. I've felt a little at loose ends since getting unpacked because I usually mix writing time with craft project time, and most of my sewing/craft things are either still in the mail or were donated. I'm trying to keep purchases minimal right now because of J's job situation and all the travel I'll be doing for research after the holidays (hello, airplane craft projects), but it just feels odd to have so much of our usual stuff around and then reach for a pair of scissors and not be able to find them or be sad to not have glitter. (Although there is no such thing as too much glitter anyway).