|art by ittybittynidhi|
Do you know what? We are officially MOVING! (In case you hadn't heard already)
Sam and I are actually going to have our own room and so is Salem! You don't understand, people, this means that I won't have to sleep in the kitchen and Sam won't have to sleep in the living room anymore. We are going to have a full kitchen and only one person living next to us (duplex). We are going to have an actual living room. One bigger than a bathroom. Can you believe it??
Now that the excitement has been noted, reality of moving in less than two weeks (did I mention less than TWO WEEKS?) sets in. Packing, packing, packing. Boxes piling up, landlord showing our condo, messes, piles of bubble-wrap. Not to mention a complete lack of desire to spend any time whatsoever in our current place.
All this moving stuff has got me exhausted with a capital EXHAUSTUS!
Like, right now, for example. I am just way too exhaustus to fold the three loads of laundry whispering sinisterly at me. (Shhhh!)
What I'm trying to say is that when we get what we want--what we've been waiting for and dreaming of-- it's not always as dreamy as we think it will be. It's definitely not as easy. It often comes with a lot of "assembly required," if you know what I mean. But, it's good for us.... it's good for me (admitting you have a problem is the first step, right?). Because it means I can't stay the same lazy-ass dreamer I was before things became a reality. I have to get up and get my hands dirty. I have to learn endurance and hard work and patience.
Lord knows, I need it.