We’ve officially moved out of our old house! I’ve donated more stuff to Goodwill this winter more than I’ve ever done in my entire life because of this, and I usually donate every year. It sounds like I am bragging, but whenever I hear people say that, I don’t think they are bragging at all. The beautiful junk they gave away is probably going to end up in the trash anyway. One man’s trash is another man’s treasure, and that’s why thrift stores are an amazing enterprise.
My poor dear husband is sensitive to mold, and we don’t see finding an apartment that’s virtually mold-free anytime soon. We’re staying at his parent’s roomy rancher for the meantime, as we figure out our lives from here on out. These photos and the few outfit shots before then were all taken at their place, and we get to enjoy this nice and peaceful scenery for a change. The ironic thing about this privilege of staying at a nice place which I am plenty grateful for is that I still feel empty. It’s not a home to call our own. However, just like the things that we donated together as a couple, the ideals that used to be so valuable to us, just had to be disposed or realigned at some point.
I am just grateful to be healthy, and that I have the strength to take care of my husband while he’s weak. Instead of wishing everything was back to normal, perhaps this is where we need to be right now—married but living with the in-laws. Not ideal, but things could be a lot worse. We’re practicing to be content, and it’s easier to ignore the harsh reality when you’re with people who love you… with flaws and all.