I am still not doing very well again. In a way, moving here has been harder than when we moved into that crappy apartment in Colorado. Because, after a couple of weeks in Colorado, we were able to fall into a rhythm with life, and we were able to enjoy it.
But here, I haven't been able to find that rhythm. It has been hard not having our own space.
And it is hard explaining this to Vern because he doesn't understand. When I say, "I'm having a hard time with this," I don't want him to say, "deal with it." I want him to say, "I know," and rub my feet.
This is kind of similar to giving birth, in a way. When I am in labor, I want to be able to say, "This is hard and it sucks." And I would want Vernon to say, "I know" and rub my feet.
*sigh*
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3 comments:
Praying things progress smoothly with Vern's opening an office so you can move one step closer to getting a place of your own once again.
This is transistion, Allison. The hardest part before you get to push out the baby.
But then you get to have the baby...and you realize that it was all worth it.
Oh, my gosh, Sarah... that analogy is the most loving, beautiful thing I have ever heard. Thank you for that!
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