living out of a suitcase at home

during my ping pong-ing between these two homes, my trusty oversized tote stays stocked with all the necessities, ready and waiting on the floor of my closet. when i decide to make an overnight stay, i just relocate an outfit hanging in the closet to the hook in my car, and throw the appropriate accessories in the bag. the drawback to this system is that i invariably leave said accessories in the bag, so my collection is slowly moving from my armoire to the travel tote. combine that with daily needing the use of several toiletries and tools that do not have duplicates dedicated to travel, and i am officially living out of the suitcase consistently, whether at home or away. which equals not really knowing where anything is at a given time.

while this can be a bit annoying, the perpetual home-rotation has made me grateful for several things: grateful that i truly love visiting my parents and their beautiful, peaceful home. thankful for the bonus time with my titu (grandmother) and the fun girls sleepovers we’ve had. appreciative that i have a job that not only allows me the freedom (and reason) to be near my family, but also the flexibility to be at any medical appointment my mom may have. thankful that my husband maintains the perfect balance of independence and “miss-you-much” throughout my sporadic schedule.

i’m trying to be more intentional about having a positive perspective when it comes to aggravating circumstances. it seems like so many of my frustrations are actually borne out of blessings. i allow myself to get irritated instead of viewing the situation for the fortunate advantage it often is. now if i could just be as intentional about unpacking my tote each week…