Let me preface this entry by saying that I try hard to be pretty positive most of the time, but geez, I guess I know now why we stayed away so long.
Terry and I both feel like we're currently in some kind of eerie limbo . . .
We're back in a house that we lived in for thirty years, but it feels in no way like home.
The faucets turn the wrong way.
The kitchen is HUGE and I can't find a thing.
Did I ever love cooking here?
Where is the cutting board?
Why is the garbage so far from the sink?
Is there any salt at all in this kitchen?
Where are the paper towels?
Does this old computer really not have a wireless card?
And where is Terry? We seem to be miles apart, each doing something different, and, after all this time, I have to say, it's pretty strange.
Somehow, I can't escape the feeling that this is going to take a lot longer than we thought.
Wish us luck, we have LOTS to do.
Anyone want to buy a house?