Wow, I still can’t believe I have a home. It’s been so surreal, and I (truly) wake up every morning thinking about how lucky I am and how much I love my home. Boxes and all. Yes, it’s been a slow unpacking process, and finding a home for each and every item of mine is difficult to do when you don’t have the place thought out for them yet. Sigh.
So, here I am, day 16, trying to get the home unpacked just a bit more. So, what is day 16 like? Well, let me tell you. It involved me carrying a dead squirrel in a paper bag from the attic, and using the same paper bag (with the squirrel) as a tool to thwart any spiderwebs that may be blocking my path to the garbage can. I am terrified of spiders – way more terrified of them than what I was carrying in the paper bag. Yikes.
However, I am lucky enough to say that I was not the one who stumbled upon the squirrel with a sad fate. E was lucky enough to do that, and…he didn’t tell me what was in the bag. He just told me not to open it. Well, you can’t tell me NOT to do something…because I am going to do it. But I could tell it was something bad. He doesn’t avoid my “what’s in the bag?” questions for no reason. So I guessed dead animal. I guess I was right. And no, I didn’t look in the bag, even though I wanted to. The thought of dust and fur flying in my face stopped me. I have an (over)active imagination. That’ll do.
Well, the night ended well enough with an amazing taco night made by E. Yes, this truly is amazing as this is one of the only meals he has ever cooked for me ever. Not joking. It was worth it.
Also, it’s 11 o’clock at night, and we still haven’t taken out the recycling. I can already tell which chores I love to do.