Definition of UNMOOR transitive verb : to loosen from or as if from moorings intransitive verb : to cast off moorings
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un·moored, un·moor·ing, un·moors v.tr.1. To release from or as if from moorings.2. Nautical To release (a ship) from all but one anchor.v.intr. To cast off moorings.
17 hours ago near Cabbage Town · is feeling unmoored.
that was how I was feeling, so I wrote it as my "status", which by the way I have always found to be an odd word to use.
The first response, " Is that the same as unhinged?"
from the Free Dictionary by Farlex
(n-hnj)tr.v. un·hinged, un·hing·ing, un·hing·es 1. To remove from hinges.2. To remove the hinges from.3. To confuse; disrupt.4. Informal To derange; unbalance
They're quite similar, and one can certainly lead to the other, but I was definitively feeling unmoored while attempting to remain hinged.
There are many nautical references that come to mind when I think of how we're living these days. Most recently we've dropped anchor here in Atlanta. It was always going to be temporary until we knew where Cindy's next job would take us, which would likely be temporary as well just not as temporary.
But the next job didn't come as soon as we anticipated and it looked like I was going to have to find another job, which is fine but the timing of it can get to be a bit tricky. For a variety of reasons we have structured our situation that Cindy is the main financial earner and I function as the primary home school parent/teacher/etc.
It was looking like we would be in Atlanta longer than planned. Our lease is up in the second week of January, so we would have to extend our lease or perhaps find some where else to stay until a job came to an end, probably sometime in mid-February. But this was for a job that I wasn't on, wasn't officially offered and had made no commitments to.
Then Cindy got called to do a pilot in Los Angeles, starting immediately and lasting until the beginning of February.
I'm getting dizzy just thinking of it.
A Bird in the Hand
Our nomadic adventure has been somewhat of an experiment. It has certainly been an interesting journey, bringing up a lot of questions when it comes to what "community" is and can be, what "home" is. And so far, it is making sense for us and feeling like the right course. There are times though when we have wondered if what we're doing makes sense.
I took this last job, a Tier 1 feature film, because a couple of the jobs Cindy thought she had were postponed indefinitely. Tier 1 means that it is a lower budget project and can pay less than union scale. I was working for the least I had made in over 15 years. But it was a job that fit perfectly into our schedule.
Before I started the job, the day after we arrived in Atlanta, one of Cindy's "postponed" jobs suddenly became a reality. It was in New Orleans, a city we had just been in days before that all three of us wanted to get to know better. But we had already committed to renting a house and I had committed to a job and .......
A bird in the hand......
One of the challenges of being semi-nomadic is stuff. What stuff you "need", what stuff is easier and cheaper to reacquire, what to do with stuff when we move.
This last time around got a bit more complicated, because my job as a leadman/leadperson requires that I have a "kit", a set of tools and equipment. So I rented some from a friend and started acquiring my own, realizing that I would probably lead again in Atlanta. However until then I have to store this "kit".
When I stopped leading 15 years ago and became a decorator, one of the most liberating things was getting rid of my "kit".
But like I mentioned before Cindy was the earner and I was the educator. It has been several months since I was the sole person responsible for Skye's education. It has been a great time, full of ups and downs, sharing this task and then handing over the reigns completely when I was working. But now I must refocus and prioritize things a bit differently.
Perhaps more than any other thing, what has taken the back seat has been my physical fitness. And as I get older, getting back in shape gets harder and takes longer, especially when my fitness goals are all over the map. Jiujitsu, circus, yoga and training for an Ironman, while all physical and sharing many commonalities, are all different and stress and strain one's body in different ways.
Location and schedule influences which I do as well. Having a month left in Atlanta before hitting the road again only complicates matters.
Navel Gazing on a Merry Go Round
So a lot's going on.
A lot to consider, and still not a lot of definites to really chart a course that far into the future.
Yo ho, yo ho a nomad's life for me.