My husband and I are trying to rectify the matter. In fact, we're waiting on a response to an offer on a house we made
I miss being an independent adult person. I miss getting to ignore the existence of everyone except me and my husband. I miss getting up in the middle of the night to pee and going to the bathroom without getting dressed.
I miss my stuff.
I try not to be a stuff oriented person, but quite frankly I miss my stuff (our stuff would be the correct term technically since it belongs to me and my husband, but really the stuff I miss most is the stuff I use in the kitchen which pretty much means it's mine). I want my pots and pans (inherited Copper Bottom Revere Ware). I want my freaking espresso maker. I want my box of spices, and seven or eight kinds of vinegar, and my stand mixer. I want our coffee mugs (those are ours, he told me I had to buy them after he saw the way I looked at them; he wanted them because they're big).
Having things around that belong to you is somehow very important. Canning in my mother-in-law's kitchen is satisfying, but canning in my own kitchen would be so much more so.
I decided the time line is far too long and ridiculous for just one post so I'm giving it a whole page. I've got big plans for that little guy. Should be entertaining.