A [sometimes moreso than others] difficult part of this particular season in my life is not having my own house.
I love living here, and I appreciate my parents' generosity and their being willing to keep me around and their hospitality to our friends (and it is hard to imagine living someplace without nos. 2-6). And I like my room and having a big closet and a place to keep my little library.
But every once in a while I'll be out shopping and see a set of pots and pans, or a couch or a rug or a lamp or a baking dish or a set of dish towels, or I'll have an idea for hosting some kind of event that wouldn't work well with everything everyone else in the family is doing, and the "not yet" really bites.
(In case this sounds like whining to anyone, it's not. It's a brief description of a discouragement that creeps in on my holy ambition. I hope.)
2 comments:
Hehehe... I know how you feel, only more so. The #1 thing I look forward to about my future house is the running water in my own kitchen.
Living in a log cabin on the corner of your grandparents' retirement property has its advantages, but the lack of plumbing isn't one of them. I could just do everything in their house, but grandma's kitchen just isn't the same as mine should be.
Then again, it's a step up from the bed in the corner of my parents' basement that I had for two years...
I thank the Lord for family, but I thank him even more for his mandate of independence from them.
Fred, how many rooms have you? And I don't know if it's funnier reading that and thinking of you as a Texan, or reading it and thinking of you as a Californian. ;)
Mmmm, yeah. Running water is definitely something I can add to my list of thankfulnesses. So is the use of the in-house washer and dryer.
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