I'm so, so tired

Well, we have made it to the end of our second work weeks in New York and I am tired. Insanely tired. At least one of us has had plans every night this week. My house still isn't finished. I need a library card (I'm running out of books I own that I care to re-read right now) and I need to convert my gym membership. We're going to Ikea tomorrow, but before that the apartment needs to be cleaned (I only unpacked last weekend--no cleaning) and we're still trying to find a worship service to attend Sunday morning.

On top of all that stuff that would make anyone tired, my insides are tired. My soul is tired. I want to feel settled and I want to stop moving and I want some me (or, rather, me and Nathan) time to fall into my lap somehow.

Being away from family on holidays is sort of terrible. Last spring, we were in Istanbul during western Easter and eastern Easter was a fun, but strange to us, experience. We've been invited over for Easter lunch on Sunday and that's exciting, but it's still hard to not be with your family and your foods and your people on Easter. Easter requires some yummy down-home food and a sunrise service that makes you feel so happy you cry followed by biscuits. Period. That's what you need. Oh, and you need to flower the cross. That's also pretty important.

I guess you actually don't need those things--at least I hope not because they seem to be in short supply here in New York. This Easter will involve high church services and bagels and trips to NJ. I guess we'll start carving out our own Easter traditions.