It's kind of hard to describe what's happening here, but I'll see if I can give you at least an idea.

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.