When I was in Iowa, I had the apartment to myself. It was my place, as much as it could be: I was the one that lived there, I decorated it, I furnished it, I knew where everything was.
Coming home to the Big Broken Box™, I am confronted with dysfunction. I haven't been able to unpack anything yet because there simply isn't room to put anything anywhere. I hadn't counted on any of that, and it's making life a bit uncomfortable. And the past two days have been taken up with interviews and prep work, so I've been a bit overwhelmed.
That's a good description, overwhelmed.
I can only move slowly and take one thing at a time. Unfortunately, there's a lot that has to be done.