(I miss my dishwasher)

 It’s well and good to say I must clean each plate and bowl as I use it. (Which I’m doing for the most part)   But I MISS my dishwasher!  I miss how out of sight everything is. (I’ve yet to get on top of emptying my dish drainer every day) I miss how guaranteed grease free the dishwasher dishes are.   There’s less work in this little space but there’s also more work. (Though I will say sweeping takes 5 minutes including the stairs)  And the setting new habits takes attention and energy   There’s a part of me that’s tired of it  

 If this is truly a candidate for being the last place I live, can I really make this comfortable and easy?  Too soon to tell if I can attenuate and no longer notice all the uncomfortable new things.  How long? Maybe 6 months? Or so?   So check in with me in March.    

I think I’m just cracking a bit of my denial.   This was/is one hell of a Life change!!  What the Fuck was I thinking!?!  About time for that thought to come to the fore.  I talked about voluntary freefall but I’ve always hated diving boards, I was unlikely to step off a cliff.  So perhaps acknowledging a little discomfort, a little grousing about inconvenience is getting down to the real stuff.  (About time!)  But I suspect missing my dishwasher is going to last for a while