“The best thing one can do when it’s raining is to let it rain.”
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
it’s been a rainy couple of days in wiesbaden & i must say, it’s felt fitting.
i had recently reached the end of my suitcase living rope. i was over it. done. hotel living was not for me. the need to be surrounded by OUR things, in OUR apartment; to have the ability to truly begin to get settled, prepare for the little one & to have a home to welcome miller-kitten to… all of those needs were become completely consuming. i couldn’t really enjoy exploring or bask in creating our list of day trips and weekend getaways because we didn’t have a home base to return to.
this finally culminated in what may, or may not, have been a melt down of epic proportions; complete with tears and hollering and yes, cussing. i could blame it on hormones, travel fatigue, etc. but that wouldn’t be fair, or honest. t’was not a proud moment. lucky for me, i have one of the most patient husbands in the history of husbands. and rather than fleeing, or getting upset, he listened and coddled and yes, bought me ice cream. he also reminded me that all that could be done to get us into our apartment was being done. and so i calmed down, and breathed deeply… and then breathed deeply again (and several more times after that) and gave it up to the fates.
and what do you think happened 4 days after i relinquished control, trusted my husband, the process and the fates? you guessed it. we received word our apartment is ready & are moving in end of week! i am crazy excited to unpack and say hello to our things again…
i think we’re going apple & pear picking saturday to celebrate – can’t wait to bring home bags of deliciousness to break in our new kitchen & fill our home with the aroma of autumnal goodness! *squeal!*
good tuesdays – bella