At about 8:30pm last night, I went into the garage to look for my spare router to give to a friend. While I was in there, I realized I could hardly walk through all of the still-unpacked boxes and decided to put the utility shelving up. Two hours later, I dragged 10+ broken down boxes to the street for the garbage men and then I pulled the car into the garage along with the husband's Jeep for the first time since we moved in.

I have been trying to decide if me doing this was a product of deployment anxiety and nervous energy or just me being me and I'm split about 50/50. I've been very on edge the past few days and I'm not quite sure why. I'm at this weird place in the deployment where I'm anxious to create some order but at the same time, feel so alien in this house that I don't even know where to start. I bought some decor this week but haven't had the motivation to actually put it up yet.

I did decide to work on me for the rest of the deployment, though. I bought a gym membership last week and have my first personal training session today. (I'm not sure how great of an idea it was to spend two hours moving/unloading boxes the night before this session ...) I am determined to be in a bikini by July, something I haven't been comfortable in since 2005. The gym is literally 5 minutes from the house and is open 24/7 so next time I get a wild hair at 8:30, I can go take out my energy on a workout since the garage has been checked off my list.

Hopefully I'll find the motivation to work on the rest of the house soon. But hey, at least the car is in the garage, right?