So true….nothing is ever really completed or followed thru to the end. Poor management o the issue is at hand. It’s easier for people to slow down the process or add to the problem rather than fix it! I’m young and already have grey hairs.
The next time I re-locate will be the last. I hope that will be true. This move, which I took to be adventure, is becoming an never-ending nightmare.
“Nightmare” is an exaggeration. Nightmares slowly build to a crescendo, and the terror builds. This experience is different. No terror. No crescendo. Just microscopically tedious tasks, one after another…a reverse chambered-nautilus in which your existential space narrows to a nano-micrometer. I want to break free. But there’s so much still left to do before I can feel at home. Easy stuff like pictures to be re-hung. But other stuff that, in the non-handicapped world, wouldn’t seem noticeable. Things like the re-negotiation of carpet heights Still, after a decade, I have to see where my feet are. Every step “feels” like I’m tight-walking on a thousand foot cliff. I have no sensation in my feet.
Between the ridiculous of the picture-hooks, and the…
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