Throbbing post-crying headache this afternoon after looking at the fully renovated condo for the first time. I don’t know if I want to remember how depressed I’m feeling today about what we just bought this morning, so I won’t type out all my thoughts other than once I stopped sobbing to my mom over the phone, the kids and I drove to the paint store to get samples for redoing the 20 foot wall in our living room. One lesson that I’ll be reminded of every day we live in the new place: professional decorators are not worth the money, particularly if they are color blind as apparently ours was. I hope the chick who made the decision to put this awful brownish carpet with these gray walls in every single bedroom was paid by Pepperdine, not by us.
No motivation to pack. Just want to curl up in a fetal position and sleep. Got to remember that the kids are all healthy and I’ve managed to be content in ugly homes before. I cried almost as hard when I saw the dump we’re currently living in for the first time, and we have happy memories in this house.