The T-shirts are definitely gone. I’ve now unpacked every last box, except that one that got shoved straight into the bottom of the closet. I know they’re not in there. I remain mystified, but the sting has lessened. I’m also mystified at how all this stuff squeezed into that tiny apartment. Once I began opening boxes, it all started expanding like canned insulation. But I’ve got all my books and small treasures out and my familiar things on the walls--the spaces are comforting once again. There’s sunshine in every room at some point in the day--I can’t tell you how happy this continues to make me.
It is so possible to gather a lot of things in a small space. We have a built in ingenuity to pull it off for the better or worse . Our body is still a mystery to doctors. Keeping you and your father in prayer. May God continue to carry you through.
Glad the banging noise was simple.... single woman problems! Sounds like you are in a house now - sunshine pouring in is a blessing! Hope your dad will be ok. Julie G
It is so possible to gather a lot of things in a small space. We have a built in ingenuity to pull it off for the better or worse . Our body is still a mystery to doctors. Keeping you and your father in prayer. May God continue to carry you through.
Glad the banging noise was simple.... single woman problems! Sounds like you are in a house now - sunshine pouring in is a blessing! Hope your dad will be ok. Julie G