It’s been almost exactly one year since we drugged the cats, shoved them in carriers, and started the drive away from San Francisco to our new home. It’s crazy that it has gone by so quickly. But my days of being a housewife do feel very far away now.

I remember waking up around 8 or so every morning, slowly wandering around the house, making coffee and breakfast, watching TV, cleaning, dicking around online, going for long walks listening to books on tape, not spending any money, and secretly panicking about WTF I was going to do when it came time to look for a new job.

I knew my sabbatical would be temporary — unless I got pregnant, which I of course did not — so I knew I should savor my six months of freedom. I did get a lot of writing done, but not nearly enough.

I wish I had used the time to learn more creative cooking/recipes. Oh well.