Moving into this house had me so excited! And here I go again… losing track of time and placing high expectations on myself.
Something inside tells me the entire house should already be arranged… everything in its place.
Something else struggles with not knowing where to put so many things.
And then the brain grabs both by the neck and says… “Shut up. You only moved in here 10 days ago!”
I’ve had friends tell me they’ve moved into places and still had boxes left to be unpacked six months to a year after moving in.
That would drive me nuts! Imagine… looking for that favorite ink pen.
I can’t believe I’m actually beginning to feel so intimidated by all this space under the roof where I now reside.
What’s even scary is the fact that it has me thinking back to our house on Kingston Drive in Texas City when I was a small girl… a LOT.
And that house was smaller. Maybe it’s because I was so small back then.
Maybe it’s the double car garage. Maybe it’s the huge backyard.
Maybe it’s the fact that I’m now living in a neighborhood with homes right next to each other.
It’s funny how all those feelings of security go away when you depart from such surroundings for so many years.
I step out into the garage and my first thought is… “Where am I going to put all this stuff?”
But… there are shelves and cabinets… EVERYWHERE.
Maybe it’s because I have kept everything in totes for so many years?
Okay. So… “Where am I going to put all those totes?”
Right. I know. Shaking my own damn head.
I keep forgetting… I need to get 3 of those little step stools. You know… the kind for little kids.
One for the kitchen.
The other two for the two toilets. I can’t reach the floor!!!
But there IS a blessing to both of them… which I did manifest by the way.
You can stick your head in both toilets… scream as loud as you want without pissing off the neighbors!
No I haven’t tried it! YOU try it!
I just know. They’re so quiet!
The wish was actually manifested for the home I’m buying in the future.
But what the heck. I’d be out of my mind… to complain about the gift of quiet toilets coming into my life twice!
One thing I am enjoying immensely! That thermostat is turned down to 68* Fahrenheit… and I feel so cozy!!
Okay. So this will be the last photo of the Dining Room… for a while.
I keep taking photos every few days. It helps me see the progress.
No. I don’t feel it.
Well… I feel all the bruises from my neck down… caused by all the cardboard boxes.
I feel all the stiffness and soreness… beginning to go away.
But I won’t… feel… all the progress… until everything’s in its place.
Just me being… me.
I know. I know. Shaking my own damn head.
My Morning's Heart 