Moved into the new home and pretty much hate it. I know, I'm being rash. I need to give it time. But, right now, I hate it. Not as much as I hated it 5 hours ago, before my friends helped me make it feel more manageable, but I still really don't like it. I guess I just thought I would feel a deeper connection with this space. It's my first home, all on my lonesome. I should feel pride and accomplishment. Instead I feel betrayal and angst. There was a time where all I wanted was my own place. One to call my very own, decorate as I want and be responsible for everything inside. But now, as I'm being forced into this decision because of choices that others have made, I pretty much despise it. I think that's really the heart of the issue. I didn't chose this for myself. My husband made the decision that he wanted something different and I had to in-turn adjust. And because this home is not one that I chose on my own, I hate it.
But, one thing I do love. My friends. M & C earned major points today.
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