Well I’m writing this after just hanging up from my mom. I had called her to give her an update on the disaster that was our dishwasher installation, and ended up crying and having a breakdown. See, we just moved into this beautiful, full-of-character-and-charm farmhouse, but it hasn’t been great. For some reason I thought it would be amazing right from the start just because it was oozing my style, full to the brim with will-be-gorgeous spaces. But instead, I just cried to my mother that I wanted to go home. Only problem was, that I was sitting on my couch when I said that, in my house. I own this house. But I don’t feel like I’m home at all.
When I was a kid she used to remind me of the proverb, “This too shall pass.” And I just keep telling myself that. Again. And again. And again. And again. But today, I lost all sense of it, and just needed my mom. I needed her to tell me that I would love it here, and to take it one day at a time. And when I still couldn’t stop crying, she made flight arrangements. There are just some things that your mom can’t be 500 miles away for, and moving into a new house is one of them.
I’m looking forward to the day when I’ve come through this, and can look back and offer you some incredible wisdom about how it was a labor of love, and how much this house has become a part of me, but for now, I just need my mom to help me figure out where to put my Crockpot (no, I didn’t throw it out after last week’s episode of This is Us).
Maybe you are going through something right now that you can’t handle. Maybe you need to repeat that proverb to yourself again, and again, and again–this too shall pass. And one day you’ll realize it passed without you even noticing.