I'm in a two-bedroom apartment; I want a house.
For that to happen, our house on the opposite coast has to sell.
It's been on the market for almost two months.
I never thought it would take this long.
I'm trying to remain positive, but I'm getting frustrated.
And I'm bored.
No neighbors to play with; no house to clean; no projects to organize.
Today we can't even go swimming because PB has double ear infections.
Costco was our morning outing. They didn't even have the tub of organic mixed greens I count on; nor did they have the sweet potato fries. Don't they have those in Florida?
I should work on my novel. Maybe I will.
For now, I'm bored.
And I want my house to sell.