Aaaahhh. That was an exhale. Over the weekend, I finally completed my move. Everything is unpacked. Everything has a place and everything is where it belongs! This is how I like life to be. All perfect and in its place. Oh, how I wish it could all stay like that!
I feel like, in so many ways, I'm in this "preparation" stage. One of the things I'm going to have to get a grip of is that not everything is perfectly placed all the time. Sometimes the unexpected happens. Sometimes there's just a lot going on and you have to know where to draw the line – that it's okay if there are clothes in the hamper or trash in the trash can because you have to sleep or put something else before having this perfect perfection.
I realize more and more every day that I am my mother's daughter. I remember as a kid not understanding why my mom worried ALL THE TIME, telling her to CHILL, RELAX "we'll figure it out," etc… Wow, staring 30 in the face, now I get it.
So, yeah… I'm working on that. Like I need another project, RIGHT?
Meanwhile… have a look at my 800 square feet of perfection (for now):
I really like this apartment