(Wow! Our 100th post! Should we be celebrating this with some sort of pomp? How about a bedroom?)
I wish I could say that we’re all settled in upstairs, in the above ground unit in our little bungalow. I wish I could say everything was done, that the only thing we’re waiting on is the counter top. I wish I could say we weren’t using a combination of our bathtub and bathroom sink as a kitchen sink. I wish I could say that our new bedroom closet is gorgeous and perfectly organized. I wish I could say that we’ve finally started hanging pictures on the walls.
I can’t say any of that. In fact, we’re still very much in limbo, using half a kitchen, ignoring one room in our house as if it didn’t even exist, sleeping in a temporary bedroom, storing our clothes in laundry baskets. (Not that that is necessarily much different from the norm around here…)
The boxes of flooring still waiting to be installed, another temporary dresser. It is surprising how easily little inconveniences like this can become part of every day life and simply tolerated. Indefinitely.