I was doing so well with this whole house thing but suddenly this morning I am so down in the dumps there's three miles of garbage piled on top of me.
I have no patience, I never have and this whole house rebuild, while speeding along isn't speeding along fast enough for me. I've been in the row house for more than a month and it STILL feels as if I'm in a hotel someplace. It's not mine. Not the furniture, not the pictures, not the pots or the pans or the silver or the shower curtain or the rugs on the floor. None of it is mine and it weighs on my mind whenever something gets scratched or dented or spotted and I suck at housework.
I want to go home. To my little little blue house where I can be me and can relax. Where I can have what little I have around me. I want it NOW! In my best Baruca Salt manner. I want to go home. My home. NOW
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Maybe you learning patience is what this is all about. I saw a cartoon once that said "God give me patience, and give it to me NOW!"
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