I feel like it’s going to take me a little while to get back into the swing of managing my two separate lives. I am highly disorganized at the moment and can hardly keep track of whether I’m coming or going these days. The bad thing with the kind of commute I do is that I’m always living in a kind of flux state, never feeling completely settled in wherever I am. Oh, I do well enough with the emotional part, but the practicalities are another matter. It seems that I’ve always left this book, or that pair of shoes, or whatever it is I need, at the other place.

I’m currently in the midst of packing to go down to Uppsala in the morning, and am giving myself no little anxiety about which books to take with me. I’ve got plenty of shelf space in my new office, but books are heavy and my luggage allowance is not, so I’ve got to be discriminating. At the rate I’m going, my Ph.D. program is going to be finished by the time I’ve managed to get all my books down there, and I’ll have to rent a truck to bring them all back home.