Aargh! I want my house! Silly little things like the appraiser sitting on some form, silly little things keeping me from my home. Hero and I went to Pier One today, on a date, and I was simultaneously inspired, excited, overwhelmed and horrendously frustrated. I want to call this appraiser personally and say, "Are you aware that I'm LIVING WITH MY FATHER-IN-LAW??? Could you hurry it up, PLEASE??!!" Every day, I get a little more neurotic and dreamy, picturing my living room in my mind, a warm, sage green on the walls, gold and orangey-red touches in the furnishings. My spinning wheel sitting in a corner, with a basket of rovings and yarns beside it. Warm candlelight. Home.
I want to go home.
--N
LATELY
My New Page - 2006-04-15
Life is a Magic Thing, Woah. - 2005-11-18
No Dooce for You! - 2005-11-09
The Nicest Thing Anyone Has Ever Said To Me - 2005-09-05
Ugh. Grunt. Some Other Stuff. - 2005-09-01
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all words � ME, 2005.