I sat my Hubs down and watched Money Pit last wkend, it's a mean joke on my part but felt there's never a better time. It all started with me complaining about the guest shower being a pain to turn on and off. Added to honey do list, then my better(not) half decided to change the bathrm fixtures...which prompted cutting out whole chunks of piping inside wall and hence hugeass hole in wall and repiping THEN a hole in my dining rm roof and dust galore and me constantly hoping it's just a dream of me in this scene of BuBu:
and being quite crazy and with bouts of OCD, I did some major purging of stuff.
And I saw this in weibo of normal families in CN, 'showing off' their entire worldly possession:
And SHAME! hits me, I gave half a truck of bags and boxes of stuff to Salvation Army, clothes with tags still on...I've been whining to all ears that would listen over 2 wks of hassle and discomfort on my homefront. These faces are hard to make out, but I can feel how dignified they are, and how they r holding on to what's dearest to them, their fam. Every single thing has a meaning and use. It's also a fact they are not doing this just for a kodak moment.... some of their houses r forcibly bulldozered for urban renewal. What make up a home? I'm sure they would give up all this just for the old memories and building new ones with the dear ones they share the pic with, and that's what give meanings to all the rest, the dirt, that roof.