gritty.
Sorry I was a bit peckish yesterday. By mid-afternoon I realized what's been eating Mama Milton.
It's this move that is not moving.
All of my 'I'm coping just fine' fluttered away and I was left with a closet full of summer and a storage unit full of fall. The sun has been out and it feels like summer, but the dark shadows in the morning remind me the rains will return.
I've got to get to living here. Make decisions. And keep my cell phone on me so I can show my house anytime between 9 and 8.
There's the rub, the dichotomy. Saying it aloud seems to help.
(And this opening to True Blood? It helps too.)
It's this move that is not moving.
All of my 'I'm coping just fine' fluttered away and I was left with a closet full of summer and a storage unit full of fall. The sun has been out and it feels like summer, but the dark shadows in the morning remind me the rains will return.
I've got to get to living here. Make decisions. And keep my cell phone on me so I can show my house anytime between 9 and 8.
There's the rub, the dichotomy. Saying it aloud seems to help.
(And this opening to True Blood? It helps too.)
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Not being able to take the next step in life is so frustrating. Finding a way to keep on living is tricky but necessary for maintaining sanity I think. ~hugs~
Are you still hoping to move this school year? Or have you put it off to next summer? Would making a decision like that make it easier?
Hope it all gets easier soon.
T
xox
Are you still hoping to move this school year? Or have you put it off to next summer? Would making a decision like that make it easier?
Hope it all gets easier soon.
T
xox
Because I do love that gritty song.
Moving sucks, which is why we're going to stay here until the roof caves in. AWESOME.
I say embrace the crabby. But I'm sweet like that. :)