The winds of change

I'm feeling a little restless. Not down, not blue, not depressed. I just want things to happen, I want to make them happen. And taking first steps toward that goal only whets my appetite. Browsing houses online just makes me want to apply for a mortgage, even though I know we're not there yet. Thinking about babies makes me want to purchase a tiny wardrobe and start picking names. Thinking about dogs makes me start viewing profiles on rescue group websites, and that can't lead anywhere pretty, at least not as long as we're living in a building that doesn't allow pets.

DC is feeling a little unsettled right now, too. The Obama family is moving in and inauguration preparation is well underway, and as a result there are more cops and secret service officers and motorcades around than usual. Apparently on inauguration day it is advised that nobody try to go anywhere; the crowds are expected to be astronomical, most bridges into the city will be closed to all but official traffic, and the lines for the metro are allegedly going to be hours long. Of course, we have a four-day weekend thanks to Martin Luther King Day and Inauguration Day being back to back. So, we have the option of braving the airports and getting the hell out of town (but going where?) or just holing ourselves up in the apartment for five days and pretending we're snowed in.

Perhaps it is easier to face, even embrace change because I have Torsten by my side. He is a constant, he is the most important thing, he means that nothing will ever utterly change because he will always be here and I will always be here with him. And so everything else isn't as scary because it isn't just me anymore, dealing with it all.

The city matches my mood. Restless, waiting for change, waiting for things to happen. The things aren't nameless, they are specific, but they aren't here yet. I want them to start. I am impatient. I want answers. I want movement. I am pushing and I want someone to push back.