Fickle, figgy fog,
Frankensense and fir,
Forgone festiveness.
Next year, in House. A Yule promised, deferred until next year. Patience tested, and found able, if strained. The waiting is wearing, more than anything. D dealing with frustration, me with thin patience with his frustration. We keep readjusting our good will, knowing our limitations. I pack, he deals with utilities, internet, gas, water, electric - water we've never had to do before as renters. Two weeks,less, a walk-through, and we will Measure All The Things! For the basement stairwell cover, curtain for the garage (no door present) where the sofa will go, etc. etc. etc. We have the tape measure. We have shears for the removal of the mortar eating ivy.
4 comments:
Fabulous and fortuitous, this finding of a home.
I also remember the impatience of having to live more and more in boxes as the move date approaches. Soon enough, Z, you'll be in the new place.
For the last move I made, 29 years ago, in the final week before moving we kept out the coffee maker, tea kettle, one set of silverware for each of us, paper plates, et al...barest necessities, supposedly to help ease the frustration by seeing everything else packed and ready to go.
That helped a wee bit: a very wee bit.
Too bad there aren't advent calendars for the moving experience.
fantastic, finally found fulcrum...
I'm so excited for you! I know it's a big hassle to move, but still exciting to have your own home.
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