By Lynsey Eaton | Photography by Danielle Sabol
I’m not a patient person by nature. If friends were to describe me, it would probably involve some combination of the words lovable, loyal and control-freak. Emphasis on the control and freak.
So when we hit a snag with the timing on our home-build, you can imagine how well I handled it. My toddler responds to frustration better and she’s a cryer.
I don’t pride myself on impatience. In fact, it is probably one of the things I care the most about when it comes to my character. But, like my anxiety, it is ever-present and something I am constantly working on. Some days it is easier than others to combat. Couch-surfing with furniture, clean underwear and contacts stored in a pod is not one of them.
After weeks of thinking we had reached the finish line, moving boxes and furniture and bouncing from friends’ couches, we finally moved in on Monday. It was such a relief to have my own bed (even if it was just mattresses on the floor) to sleep in. I was so exhausted, you would have thought that my frustration would have been over now that we could call our house our home. And you would have under-estimated me.
We are now caught in that part of the moving dance where furniture is partially installed, boxes are lying around half unpacked and we spend more time digging through them trying to track down “insert necessity here,” that I find myself, yet again, wanting to snap my fingers and get to the good part. The part where we have friends over and make them drinks. Have kids to swim in the pool and argue over where to hang art.
But as Ralph Waldo Emerson said, “Life is a journey. Not a destination.” The living isn’t in the arriving, it’s in the time in between. The moments of struggle, disorganization and, dare I say it, impatience. I am trying to remind myself of this as we go through this next week. To take joy in the little nooks and crannies of a home I hope we will watch our kids grow up in. To really take it all in as we unpack. To enjoy the moments of eating pizza on the floor and watching TV shows on the computer. Because as crazy as it sounds, this is life too, and we can’t get this part back.