Overwhelmed

I just realized that it's been well over a week since my last post. Well, I've been thinking for several days that it's been a while, but it seems like I've been running continuously to get everything done with the move, starting school myself, getting my daughter in school, and settling in to a new life in a new state. I still have so many things to do, I just don't stop to think about it too hard or I get a little freaked out. Tomorrow is the official start of classes, and my feelings on that subject are a little mixed. On the one hand, the temporary little taste of freedom from classes and readings and homework is over. On the other hand, I need to get back in the game for all sorts of reasons. Physically I am tired every day, exhausted really, after unpacking and organizing and cleaning. There's really nothing to occupy me mentally, though, and that's not a good situation for me to be in at the best of times. Moving to a strange new place where I barely know anyone and starting basically a whole new life is not "the best of times" in this context. So, I find myself working way past the point of exhaustion because then, I'm too tired to think much about all the things I have to do and all the people I miss. I'm hoping that once I'm back in classes, I will have something to occupy my mind more and take me out of myself a little. I'm not really unhappy, just sort of overwhelmed and struggling to adapt to a lot of major changes. Right at this particular moment, blogging on my laptop in my new living room, I'm just plain exhausted. I have a Latin reading group bright and early tomorrow at 9 a.m., followed by a whole raft of errands I have to run on campus. If I have any energy left tomorrow night, I need to do laundry and go grocery shopping. I guess for the moment, I just have to keep from falling off the treadmill until I get my second wind.