My home is a jumble of boxes, packing paper and chaos.
Considering how chaotic this year has been, I ought to feel more comfortable with it than I do. I’m not a neat freak by any stretch of the imagination, but I keep wanting to play condo Tetris in the hopes that if I pack the boxes together seamlessly, they might disappear and magically transport themselves to the new place.
It hasn’t happened yet, but I live in hope.
The thought that’s keeping me going is that in less than a week, I’m going to be unpacking all these boxes and settling into a home where I pay a mortgage, not rent. Every once in a while I have to stop and think about that. I honestly never thought I’d get to the point where I actually owned a home of my own.
Funny, I don’t feel like more of a grown up.
