I’ve had to move out of my place once again. Dust everywhere. Bed packed up without my knowing. Never ending packing and unpacking. One of my least favorite things to do? Unpack. Why? Because I don’t know where to put them away when living in a temporary home. And so, they all kind of go wherever and I have no idea where anything is. A total chaos.
One benefit of the renovation inefficiency? I’m more patient. I don’t throw fits. I just ask the person in charge to make it right. I’ve learned to let go of the things out of my control and filter my anger.