construction zone

building on....bites. if we could just fast forward to the bit where the new room is there and i'm setting the table for a nice dinner with friends in there, cooking it on the new stove and taking chilled south african sauvignon blanc out of the retro red smeg fridge....but alas, that's not the case. instead, we're living out of boxes and wearing shoes inside to avoid all those yucky dusty bits that are on the floor around the place. rooms are torn apart. people have to lie on our bed to watch t.v. we're living out of boxes and suitcases. there's nowhere to relax. i'm crossing my fingers that it'll all be worth it. if i survive....