Today is Day Four of living in a hotel. Some parts of some days I think that I am okay and can get organized and survive this next month. Other parts of other days I cry and talk to Garry about the possibility of putting me on a plane West.
Today we're in the Holiday Inn. One room, two beds, one bathroom, three drawers, one microwave, one bathroom sink, one mini fridge and five people. That math does not add up in so many ways.
For the longest time I have wanted to move out of the townhouse with its three bedrooms, 2 1/2 baths, one big fridge, two living rooms, a dining room, a kitchen and a garbage disposal! I thought that it was too small. So today while I was trying to get ready and wondering in what suitcase my socks were, a little voice in my head asked, "Now will you learn to be grateful for what you have?"