The apartment is cluttered with the debris and dust of renovation. Tools, gaping holes in walls, hanging wires, and frayed emotions populate the scene. Iâ€™m trying to maintain order and there are moments when the chaos melts into the background. Yet the incompleteness of it all is driving me nuts. I suppose this has something to do with something deeper, more profound – the outward a reflection of the inward. All I can do for now, is to make small steps at keeping order. To accept the process of renovation and hope for an improved future.
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