Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Friday, February 19, 2010
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
so this is what my house looked like when i left:
i couldn't take it any more.
hotel life just isn't for me.
so i fled.
to my sisters.
fled to my real home in austin.
i know i might sound dramatic, but being displaced from my home has really affected me.
i'm slowly coming out of depression here, but i still miss that comfort zone. hopefully it will be finished and free of mold when i return next week. until then, my love is still back in cali, and me and the kids are here in texas. i miss habibi (my love in arabic).
my house is slowly being put back together after being ripped apart.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
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Life has been slow these days. For 18 days to be exact. That's how long we've been living in a hotel. I finally ripped up my carpet and found mold underneath. That's when they moved us to a hotel.
I love my home. Wherever I've lived, it's been my sanctuary. My comfort zone. My haven. I've lost that, and can hardly function without it. The past three weeks have been emotional. There has been a war between me and my management company. Fix it? Move us? Pay us? Do nothing? I push, they push back HARD! Davids parents were in town for some of this drama which was nice, but now it's just us, trying to live a normal life out of a suitcase and off of fast food (blah)! No sewing, no crafts, no cooking, just laundry, carrots, tangerines and asagio bagels. Until I get more news.....
Wish us luck