This first month or so, transitioning into this new role, has been rough. In as many ways as it seems like living the dream, it is not. This is because I never leave my apartment. I'm here. All the time.
I have the life of an iguana.
I live in a box. I have a lamp. I have a comfortable rock that I sleep on. There are little things for me to do. Sometimes food comes in. Sometimes people take me out to play with me. Here I am, in the box.
I'm probably not going insane. The flexibility in the hours of being an iguana is a major draw.