My life is Under Construction. Seriously.

I’ve been feeling a bit out of sort lately.  Just off.  Like my mis en place is just not happening.

We moved out of our home last February to begin a complete home renovation project.  Part of my unsettledness (is that a word?) is that we’ve been in a rent house for nearly 9 months.  All our stuff is in one form of storage or another.   A good portion of this stuff is out of site in a POD.  More is crammed into every inch of our rent house garage.  And then there are the boxes inside the rent house we’ve cursed, kicked and tripped over daily for the last 9 months.  So it should come as no surprise to me that I’m feeling displaced.  But, lately I’ve had this nagging sense that my displacement extends further than my current housing situation.

I always carry my camera with me. And so I thought I’d document a few days here and there just to see what kind of interesting things I’d see through my lens. These photos paint a pretty good picture as to why I’m feeling a bit displaced.

This is my house

I knew full well what I was getting into with the house renovation.  But still its unsettling to see her all bones and no guts.

This is my church

I guess I didn’t think about the fact that my home and my church would be under construction simultaneously.

This is my beloved HEB. Under construction, of course.

Not my best photo, but can you see the trend here people!?!?!?  Oh it continues…

School construction

Seriously.  My everyday places are all under construction.  At the same time.  No wonder I don’t feel like cooking dinner tonight.