To the insensitive eye, I'm moody - fullstop.
In actuality, I'm dreading to leave our nest and move in to the parent's nest. And having someone pack your stuff is a disaster - I can never find my things (my acceptance letter from hkust is misplaced, among all things).
My tolerance level is a minimum.
Doesn't help that my boy doesn't pay attention to details. He had packed my only decent looking pyjamus away, and told me to wear my nightie - what?! And he had planned for me to stay in his brother's room, on his brother's bed - completely ignoring how comfortable or uncomfortable I feel about that.
And next week he will be gone to new York (possibly extending his trip to drop by Toronto?!!) - leaving me home alone with his parents.
On the renovation end, the project manager seems to think that everything is on schedule - clearly not supported by the state of progress at the flat.
My goodness.
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1 comment:
Big hugz. For now, just look forward to your trip back home!
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