And yet, I feel incredibly lucky.
Families all over the country are losing their homes, but we still have ours. It may be far from perfect and far from finished, but with all of my heart, I love where I live.
We're closing in on our second year in this house, and my list of projects grows daily. There isn't a room in our house - not even a closet - that is completed to the point where I'm satisfied. Even though I've set the bar for completion incredibly low, you would think I'd feel more frustrated than fired up, but everywhere I look, I see such potential that I stay charged to the max. As does my Lowe's card.
So in spite of our home's small size and temperamental old furnace and its newly greened lawn made up entirely of sprouting acorns, I recognize what a gift it is to love where I live.
It's a gift that helps me be patient and tolerant and appreciative.
Home wasn't built in a day.
Reach Karin Fuller