I am open and honest about the fact that Mister and I are still living in a state of flux here at the new pad. Yes, it’s been more than a year since the big move. Yes, boxes abound. Deal with it.
I’m doing a pretty good job of dealing with all the chaos. This surprises me, as I have some utterly anal tendencies. Actually, I prefer to call myself fastidious, thank-you-very-much. To wit, these photos are of my utensil drawers. And just so you know, I didn’t do a darned thing to prepare for the pics. All I did was open the drawers, y’all. Yes, I keep my utensil drawers ridiculously organized. Deal with that.
It’s slow-going, but each time we get something organized and put away, my heart sighs. And I can’t help but remember how just after the big move, I got a call from a high school buddy, Carrie. It was out-of-the-blue, and she told me I should relax about moving and not even worry about unpacking. That it takes time. That it’s all okay. I appreciated that phone call more than Carrie will ever know. Still do. Carrie’s advice continues to help the anal fastidious part of me deal with it. Word.