Like the 23rd mile in a marathon, I'm starting to feel a little defeated.
I'm struggling to find a place here, and I just received an update from the property manager for my house. He said the latest prospective tenants want to repaint the place before they'll consider renting it.
It took me so long to find those colors and get the house painted the way I wanted it. There is also a strong emotional connection with the colors in my house as my late Uncle helped me to pick them out. I think my heart would break if I had to let someone else paint over it
So there's stress coming from home, stress and anxiety coming from Holland. It can be difficult to keep up the sunshine when you're feeling so gloomy.
***UPDATE***
Cue my amazing friends...
Suddenly my phone and computer lit up with pings and messages asking after my well-being, checking in on my progress and offering many kind words of support when they heard I was feeling down. I don't know how they all knew, but that was exactly the kind of morale booster I needed in the 23rd mile :-)
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