Yesterday, I moved into a new apartment. I was supposed to have moved in on the 1st, but due to some construction snafus, the space wasn’t ready at the start of the lease. So, for a week and a half, I was essentially homeless. Thanks to the kindness of friends and family, the dogs and I had places to stay. But, whoo boy, was it a pain in the ass.

Previously, I’d always thought of myself as a potential digital nomad. Needing nothing more than a laptop and the contents of my suitcase, ready to work and live on the fly from anywhere with a bed and an internet connection.

Turns out, that’s not so much the case. Perhaps it’s a result of corralling two small dogs through the process, or just of aging in general, but I felt out of sorts the entire stretch. And now, back in a more permanent spot, my brain is ready again to engage with work and the world.