This whole house hunt thing is wearing me down...

It's been SO frustrating.  Every day that passes, I am reminded that odds are ever greater that we won't find anything before next year.  We've been looking for a YEAR now.  *sigh*  We could have built two - maybe three - houses by now!

I find myself spending lots of time on Pinterest and Houzz dreaming about what I can do once we actually have our own home again.  Too much time, if the truth be told.

I think I need to finally unpack those many boxes that I packed in anticipation of a move that never happened (can you believe that was FOUR months ago?  Yeah, me either).  Or, I need to unpack those boxes that actually hold items I need - like the bathroom box (you know, the one that holds all the Q-Tips that I couldn't be bothered to dig out) and, per a co-worker requesting some treats, the baking supplies box - and send the rest to reside in the attic.

I'm tired of looking.  I tired of thinking about it.  I'm tired of talking (and writing) about it.  I'm just tired of it all.  Not surprisingly, the Husband is also tired.  And, for that matter, so has Man-Child.  He has told me on more than one occasion that he doesn't want to hear about the hunt anymore.  I don't blame him one bit.  This hunt has literally taken on a life of it's own.  Seriously, how hard can it be to find a house that "speaks" to you?

Apparently, it's very hard.

Basically, I need to change my attitude toward our living arrangement.  I need to make peace with the fact that it is entirely possible that we will be here until next spring or beyond.  I need to quit dreaming about the future; particularly since I have no real idea what it may hold and live in the now.

Easier said than done.

But necessary.  I need to adjust my attitude and be happy that I have a nice place to live while we wait for our new home.  I need to decorate for fall.  And then again for Thanksgiving.  And then again for Christmas.  And again, if necessary, for Easter.

I think kicking all these boxes that surround me to curb will be the first step to changing my attitude.

Now...to find the energy to deal with the boxes...