…it's that we have absolutely no control over our lives. And our sense of security and…consistency in our affairs…is an illusion. It can all come crashing down at any moment.
I would normally use this day-before-Christmas post to wish everyone a very happy holiday tomorrow, but frankly my dear readers, I have no Christmas sprit at all this year.
This photo perfectly sums up my mood at the moment.
Despite the fact we've secured a new place to live and will be taking possession on January 1st and a slew of new furniture will be delivered on the 2nd, we still have no idea when all our other possessions and the rest of our clothing will be cleaned and returned to us. The logistics of all this has been a nightmare. And we won't even discuss the four of us living in his hotel room. Ben's stressed. I'm stressed. The dogs are stressed. I've been on the verge of tears all day.
My friend Cindy—who went through this herself many years ago—has told me that shopping for new things will be fun, and to some degree it is, but more than anything it's just making me angry. We're being forced to replace things we never would have had to if our landlord had taken the simplest of safety precautions when installing that fucking water heater.
Fuck James.