it's sunday evening and i'm finishing another weekend where i look back and think "what did i do again?" partly that's just poor memory, and partly it's the number of hours we're spending these days just living. painting. shopping for necessities. cleaning. and i still finish each weekend with a list of tasks undone.
don't get me wrong though. i really like a lot of it. people complain about home ownership and whether or not i always think the home today is perfect, i really enjoy the process of making it ours. we now have a white staircase, where we once had one in need of paint. we have a white fireplace where it was once brick. the spaces on either side have shelves that hold our photos. and by the time i get home from a week in china, we will have a new garden shed to replace the crooked one we pulled down, a new walk-in wardrobe in our fourth bedroom and a painter in helping us to color our walls.
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