. . . seemed like an appropriate title. It seems my life—your life—is a never-ending journey. One that takes a forever yet can be over in a blink.
On this end, mom-care visits are still happening. Too much mental/emotional baggage is still holding me back from truly embarking on my life, one free of obligation and guilt. But that’s another story.
This post is about my current trek within that forever journey. I’d made a recent/quick decision to take control over a [tiny] part of my life . . . but it’s one I’m certainly now questioning, because it’s proven so very overwhelming.
After many (many!) years of not having fixed up the place, I decided to have the floors stripped and re-varnished, and the walls painted. Cost aside (I’m questioning that, too, because I’m not earning a VP’s salary—heck, I’m not even earning a VP’s EA’s salary), I sucked it up and went for it.
Wow, who knew there’d be so much work involved? Who’d have imagined that moving all the furniture would prove that difficult?! Obviously, not me! Who knew you’d have to spend three nights away (I kind of figured one, but three)? Who realized local hotels cost $300+ a night? Not me, and ouch. So, I went for a “boutique hotel”, more of a B&B really . . . but . . . yeah . . . you get what you pay for. <eye roll and sniffle>
After beating myself up (yet again), I decided to focus on the positive aspects. I’d had enough semblance of thought to bring Lysol. This was/is good. There was a functional TV. This helped divert attention—if you like watching news channels all night long. One that made me stop wanting to smack myself repeatedly in the head: at least the shower was amazing. It was clean, roomy with a seat, and the water was instantly and wonderfully hot.
The day this is posted is the day I will have returned home to new floors. Won’t have moved what’s left of the furniture back though. Have to wait another day. Then the painting fellow arrives Sunday morning. Hopefully, that project won’t take too, too long (and I’m not going anywhere, if I have to sleep on the balcony wrapped in multiple tarps).
Maybe, just maybe, come the next post, I’ll have managed to move all the stuff that’s crammed into the bathtub and shower, and jammed into the small bedroom closet—an open-the-door comedy-show explosion in the making.
I’m sure, one day, I will laugh—or at least snicker—at this current, crazy, but not-brief-enough trek. Maybe while I’m sitting admiring the new floors and walls, and thinking, yeah, it was worth it. <eye roll and sniffle>