Disoriented

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So today, my apartment is being deep cleaned for the coming Passover holiday.  This means I have to camp out somewhere until it's safe to come home.  I like the fact that some else is doing the housework for a change.  I much prefer that someone come to clean at least once a week so I don't have to do it.  The only problem with the pre-Passover cleaning is that things get so shifted around that I can't find anything.  Usually my rule is if you have to rearrange my things, please put them where I can have easy access to them.  In this case, I can't even find batteries for the remote, last night's tantrum.  This is part of the problem I have with this holiday.  Everything that's used on a regular basis gets so hidden away that it takes almost a full year until they're found again.  In their place are Passover-approved items that fulfill the need but are simply not what I'm used to.  I like the certainty of going into the kitchen and taking out my USC alumni coffee mug or reaching into the refrigerator and finding my favorite brand of yogurt.  I think what this boils down to is that the whole holiday is so jarring to my sensibilities that it prevents me from participating and enjoying the time.  Never mind the fact that I have issues with the Seders themselves and we won't even get into the food issues.  The point is everything about is just so dis-orienting that I can't focus on anything else.  Instead, I just wait for the whole thing to blow over so I can get back to normal, whatever that looks like.

By now, you may think I have an issue with change, I don't.  I can adapt quickly.  It's just that Passover is such a mind numbingly confusing shift that I can't really deal with it.  I've tried to find techniques in the past for dealing with the holiday but they seem half hearted.  So for now I just ride it out, maybe that's the best technique after all?