A Slow Skid
I can't believe my house-building saga is coming to an end. I have actual moving dates the end of this month. I'm dreading the 2 days, 3 trucks, 6 men--but we all get through it somehow. I'm excited to fill the drawers and lay the carpets--it'll be like Christmas to see all my things again. And I'm so eager to drive into the garage and park, look outside from the different rooms and sit on a sofa--in solitude. But mostly, I'm ready for it to be over. I've finally gotten weary of the drive back of forth and the endless details and decisions. And with the long and dragged out process (you may remember I was told I'd be in by last Christmas), I've ended up being and feeling extremely "house poor." T ap title to continue reading