The Great, Grand, Unexpected Do-Over

When a sinkhole forms under your house.

This is what panic packing looks like…

In the past 72 hours, I learned that there was a sinkhole forming under the foundation of my house, my house was deemed uninhabitable by the city, the foundation fell by six feet, and I was forced to evacuate. Then: I booked a hotel room at the Residence Inn, packed up two cats, found movers, managed a move of all of my belongings into two storage units, found a temporary apartment, found a temporary office, re-set up my journal making operation, emailed customers apologies for a delay on their packages, got resettled in said apartment, and lost the box with all of my cutting boards so have been slicing apples on plates instead.

All the while, I have stuck to my low-carb diet and even made it to Crossfit on Saturday.

When something so enormous happens, you don’t really know how to write about it, or where to start. So I guess I’ll just try to be present, and tell you that I’m typing this from my new office, where I haven’t gotten the huge Cano…