Once Again

I'm in the midst of what feels like a sinking ship. My life surrounds me in boxes, my home is in renovation shambles, and there is no end in sight. I need to be writing more regularly, but the tiny keyboard on my iPhone isn't the most inspiring for creative thought.

Admittedly things are much better than they were a month ago. While Some small part of me feels like I must acknowledge the bright side at all times; I can't shake the weariness I feel right now.

Lightness

I find myself so desperate for an outlet that I have decided to navigate the ridiculously tiny keyboard on my iPhone and take this time to write. At the risk of sounding incredibly whiny or negative, I will say that the last 4 months have been some of the most difficult. It has been hard to keep perspective and positivity in the midst of the mounting challenges we have faced during our repatriation process.

We are finally in our new home. I would like to report that all is wonderful in the land of DIY; but one problem after another delayed us to the point that we moved in with 80% of the upstairs finished, and a basement in complete and utter disarray.

I am surrounded by the chaos of an international move, a home remodel, and twin todzilla's; but as I sit here looking around me and taking in the quiet that evening brings- I am grateful to be in my new home. I am lightened by the sense of progress and hope in a light at the end of the tunnel.