...has not been easy.
Hell, nothing about being back in New York has been easy. It's been a complete roller coaster of emotions coming off of the high of being filmed all day in New York City (I have a lot to share about that, I just need to sort through my emotions of letting the house go...), and then the lows of emptying out of the home in Maine and dealing with the sadness and sense of failure. It's been a rather manic week to say the least.
I've spent the last couple day and a half, since getting back from Maine; cuddling with Gaby, sorting through stuff we brought back from the home in Maine, and moving Eleanor, our latest...well, roommate in.
Who is Eleanor?
Every once in a while you realize that you need a little help. OK well in our case, mine especially, a lot of help. Eleanor needed a home, and we have the room. Gareth reminded me over and over again that she would help out and whilst I might not like it, she'd be good for us. I have never gotten on very well with her at all. I've not even been able to be in the same room with with her for more than 5 minutes!
This is not the first time Eleanor has been in our home. I didn't even last two minutes in her presence the last time we tried this. It was back in 2006 and my brother and sister-in-law where on holiday here, from England. My Brother-in-law, Tim, got on famously with Eleanor. Said he loved her and thought she was jammy. He even went as far as to say she gave him quite a run for his money. Great.
If that wasn't bad enough, my own husband gets on well enough with her. He practically beams with happiness when she's around.
I'm pretty sure Eleanor's sole purpose in life is to make mine a living Hell. I'd actually place money on it. However, you know the old adage..."Beggars can't be choosers." And well, I am not in a position to argue with that kind of logic.
Eleanor has a very imposing, if not outright intimidating presence and sometimes I find myself wanting to lash out at her and kick her for no good reason other than the fact that her presence in our home is a direct illustration of how much work I have ahead of me...she is a constant reminder of that.
So, without further ado, I'll get on with introducing you all to Eleanor...
...the Elliptical machine!
I have no doubt that she will kick my assets into shape. Or die trying. Although, I have a feeling the one doing the dying will be me!