"The end of a matter is better than its beginning, and patience is better than pride." Ecclesiastes 7:8
Can one day be horrible, hysterical, and historical all in one?
Let's just say the fresh beginning is off to a rocky start with a resemblance of some of the sassy staleness I thought I left behind in Georgia.
Ten years of clothes accumulation, seven years of stress, a flat football, enough totes to make Vera Bradley cry, a memory filled baseball mitt, a worn out dust buster, and two heaping handfuls of pride crowded our space and hearts today.
Dropped furniture on our exhausted toes, pinched chapped fingers up against concrete walls. Tripped over suitcases. Screamed, Spit, Sparred and Sobbed.
Not to mention, our unequal gaits and tourists at South street Port made us miss three IKEA ferries which they are now charging to ride and getting stuck on the island with only Swedish meatballs, crayfish paste, and crispbread is not my idea of an afternoon spent. Only to be trapped underground in a subway missing the all very important cool air for what seemed like an eternity....
Stubborn Independence is going to have a hard time co-habitating in slight square feet.
Two Pisces swimming at one another and against Manhattan traffic is added weight in an already uphill battle town.
But the critics say, "At least you have each other."
"The stubborn souls are the losers here tonight
And while the bridges burn, another hard-hard lesson's learned..."TT
I ask for for Precipitance. He asks for Patience.
Push, Pull. Do you even know what side you're on?
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