We are living in a transitional space, no doubt about it. We are here, in the same house we have lived in for the past 10 years, but it is no longer our house. We are managing to keep up with cutting the grass, but have given up gardening or any other yard work. No potted flowers decorating our porch or patio this year. What is the point when you know they will die in storage anyway?
I have also given up cleaning certain rooms in the house. Our front room is the holding room - no longer a space for living, simply a space for piling stuff. Even if I could maneuver in there, what is the point of cleaning it? Keith will just haul more dusty, dirty stuff up from the basement and plop it there.
I don't like living this way. The house (not out house anymore) looks sad without flowers on the porch. I dislike walking into the house everyday and entering the chaos of boxes and random things piled up. I don't want to be here anymore. I'm ready to go.
I know this life of transition will continue for at least 2 or 3 more months. We will spend a month living with my mother-in-law in Pennsylvania, then another 4 to 6 weeks living...somewhere. We don't know where yet. In Maine, we hope, but wherever it is, it will be another transition space.
We are lucky. We will have a house waiting for us on the other side of this transition...a beautiful new house that we hope never to leave. These three transitional months are nothing when you image the years to come. However, in the middle of the tunnel, it is sometimes hard to see the light at the other end.
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