After 2 1/2 years, I finally will have a place to call...
HOME.
What makes a home? I think it's all about comfort level. I'm not someone who is comfortable in other people's space. Because my fibromyalgia issues can overwhelm me fairly easily... especially on bad days... it's important for me to have a "greater than average" control over my surroundings. If I don't? I end up unfocused and ultimately non-productive.
Now I'll have my own space... shared with no one other than dogs and guests. I can unpack boxes that have been packed since October of 2008. I can break out the art supplies, D&D books, and the crockpot to make hot nacho dip. I can take a shower so long and steamy that I run out the water heater, eat breakfast in my underwear and think about the future. I can get some work done. I can take a nap.
I can finally breathe.
My life's still a work in progress, but I've learned that just about anyone who's paying attention could say the same.
Bring on the next stage!
