Why is it only on the night you set out to sleep early, a million and one things get in the way? In my case, it’s a million and one e-mails that just had to be cleared, and so I did, knowing that they would haunt my dreams if I dared go to bed, neglecting them.

I want to sleep early tonight because tomorrow I start at my new workplace. Of course, I’m excited—doing nothing for sleep, either—and having taken a short rest inbetween both jobs, I feel ready to start. (But boy did the break whizz by in a flash, huh.)

In order not to appear completely green, I’ve separated my intended make-it-home belongings into two piles: the first absolutely crucial that I bring, like my rolodex, mug, pens and notebook; the second fairly crucial too, only I’m far too embarrassed to bring in, on the first day, a backrest, footstool, keyboard and mouse, bottles of loose tea leaves…and the list goes on for a while.

So it’s lucky pile #1 for tomorrow. Then I’ll sneak the other items in, eventually building up a workspace as cluttered as my last. Ahhh. Now, that’s home.