I am seriously living two lives presently. I have one life in upstate New York. Things are well organized there. I have one husband and one child and a routine that is comfortable and stress free for the most part. I am living in an apartment, so if something is wrong, I can call the very nice man and he will come and fix it. I can clean the whole apartment in about an hour and a half.
Then, I have a house in South Jersey. I have gardens to take care of that have been neglected for the year and a half we have been away. I have a basement under construction. I have a house that has many, many jobs waiting for me when I visit.
My life in NY has me up early every morning and busy for the first few hours, but then the pace slows and I have choices to make as far as what I want to do with my days.
My life in NJ is filled generally from the minute my feet hit the floor in the morning until I am collapsing into bed at night.
I love both of my lives, but they are so different, it sometimes startles me when I switch from one to the other.