Last year I was bored and miserable.
I didn't have anything in my life that I found interesting. I'd lost my (poorly) paying writing job when I moved. I'd lost my zero paying volunteer job when I moved. And I lost the friends I spent the rest of my free time with when I moved.
And so I wished I hadn't moved.
But, hello! I live in a beautiful place with a way better quality of life.
So once I met my most important goal and got the kids accepted at their new school, I decided to take definitive steps to fill the rest of my life with interesting things.
I looked for a steady writing job. (Ha! What a joke. People expect you to give your writing away for the honor of being published.) When that didn't work out I considered going back to school and making a major career change.
And then I remembered how much I hate work.
So I signed up for piano lessons. I started a parent group. I volunteered at the new school. I volunteered for the soccer program.
And now I'm so overscheduled and busy it is ridiculous.
And I don't have the time to enjoy my beautiful new city. But I'm not bored anymore. And I'm not miserable.