ikea delivered my couch this morning. i have waited two long weeks of sitting on the floor in my living room for this furniture to be delivered. although i have been quite patient, i was extremely anxious to rip open the boxes today and begin assembling this new sofa. piece by piece i began joyously pulling it together it before i realized that they had forgotten to deliver one of the boxes. i had a couch and even had cushions, but i did not have any armrests.
and so i sit on my armless couch and silently scream out into the universe: "what is with all of the missing pieces in my life!?"
i love my job. i love the work, i love the students, i love the team i work with. i love everything about it. i love my house, even with all of its many flaws. i even love misenheimer. as much as i love the city, i think i'm a small town girl to the core. i am in a great situation with so much going for me that i feel guilty for not being happy.
but i'm not. happy, that is. i'm not happy.
i'm not necessarily UNhappy. but i'm not happy, either. some thing is missing.
like sitting on my beautiful armless couch, i am living this less than life. i know what the missing piece is. i know what's missing. but just like my arm rests from ikea, it is en route. and i haven't the foggiest clue as to when it will be delivered.
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