I really miss my home and my things. I really do. I’m trying hard not to complain because we essentially invited ourselves into my parent’s condo. My old room had since been long converted in my dad’s man-cave for a while now and there’s barely enough room for me to stretch out flat to sleep. As it is, I have to sleep at an angle on the floor if I want to lie flat. NOT complaining! Lest they immediately kick us out on the street.
Our house is coming along. New windows are already in and our contractor has installed a lot of the base cabinets in already. Next week counter top people need to come in to measure the space, go back and cut our counters and then come back days later to install those.
So far so good I guess. I’m trying not to think about the condition of my stuff which is only barely protected by a thin layer of blue plastic. Is it covered with crap at this point? Somehow I fear it is so.