Heard from the manager. Her boss is 99.9% sure that the certificates of occupancy will be given by Friday. The only difference this time is the "99.9% sure." I'm caught between being cautiously optimistic and recklessly pessimistic.
It's now at the point that I'll believe nothing until I hear, "You can move back on such-and such." There's just no hope left to gather.
This seems to happen a lot in life. Things move ahead when I've given up hoping they will. Its reccurence makes me wonder if everyone's life is that way. That you have to go through a series of disappointments until you disengage and then finally it gives. At least it does give, and while there's relief and happiness over the end of whatever, it saps the joy out of it. You just want it over and done.
Whatever. It'll be nice to see my socks again. When it happens.
The Door Is Ajar.
6 days ago