That is what life feels like right now.
Our rental house is three fourths of the way packed, but we're moving slowly, one evening at a time, so I kept a few things unpacked to make dinner. You know, the can opener, one pot, a stirring spoon. Measuring cups.
Silly me, I volunteered to bake the gluten free cake for my brother's birthday on Wednesday.
It will also include duck eggs so I can have some of it.
Each room in the house is 70% packed. Except depending on how you look at it, the bedroom is 80% packed or 20% packed. All my clothes are out of the dressers, and packed in suitcases. Suitcases thare are open and I'm digging through them to find what I need to wear each day. The laundry hamper may still fill up before we move. There are no more throw pillows on the bed.
Having 70% of my things in storage leaves me feeling disconnected. You might remember that we're moving in with friends until we purchase a house. It's like I'm going on a vacation that has no definite end or destination? How do you pack for that? It might be cold (it's Seattle). It could get hot (It will be July...maybe August). I might need a winter coat (no defined end date to living with friends-could be November). We may go camping (gotta enjoy the summer!) I will want my VitaMix (can't live longer than a week without it.) Should I bring my pizza stone (or is that ridiculous?)
But in good news, despite all the frustrations of moving and feeling totally disconnected from my comfort-seeking self, we put an offer on a house on Saturday and are in the middle of negotiations today. There's a lot of exciting stuff to say about this place, but since it isn't ours (yet) and to keep myself from falling in love with it even more than I should (because I already have!) I'll just leave you with a few pictures of dreams that this place will fulfill.