Sitting here, at home, surrounded by the entire contents of my house (which are still crammed into boxes and in all the wrong rooms) it's just dawned on me how little of this stuff I must really need, or even want.

It's been 7 weeks at the hotel now and I've been 'coping' with wearing/washing/wearing/ the same bunch of clothes over and over.

I have my little pile of books, my iPod and my laptop (and free internet connection, without which I'm afraid to admit I would be climbing the generically decorated walls).

There's no cleaning to do, I can have a cooked breakfast everyday and I am so much nearer to the grocery store.

I really don't want for anything...except to come home.

It's strange really, because this doesn't look like a home and yet I can feel it.
There is a part of me here amongst this dirt and the half-painted walls and I'm ready for a reunion!

I really look forward to getting up one morning and pulling on some different clothes and cleaning and unpacking these boxes...heck I might even make a trip to the Goodwill store whilst I'm at it!

"It shouldn't be long now". I wish I had a penny for every time I've heard, or said, that lately. I think I'm finally starting to believe it.

I'm going to sign off now, the decorators are at the door.