|Where are the pot holders?|
And this isn't even all of it, as books went elsewhere and whatever I thought I might need for the duration took up residence in the West Wing.
|The toaster oven is under the table.|
Without a kitchen sink, I've had to resort to washing dishes in the utility sink the the laundry room.
|Like camping but without the s'mores.|
I spend a certain amount of time opening empty cupboards and walking into empty rooms. The dislocation of all my belongings has taught me just how habitual most of my movements are. Unused portions of my brain have been put to work figuring out just where a particular thing is.
The bedroom I am using reminds me of the dorm room of a messy coed. The bathroom is crammed with two of everything. I can't wait to get my house put back together.