When I was first landed in exile, I only bought small containers of everything, thinking there would be an end soon and I didn't want clutter in the cabinets.
At some point limbo must become reality. Life cannot be lived trial-sized.
You buy the economy size 1/2 and 1/2. Big packs of paper towels. A rug for the floor, a bookshelf, new towels. Things you can't pack in a suitcase.
You never stop wishing you were somewhere else, never stop believing that you will someday escape - but you stop living your life as if the only important thing is getting out.
If your bed has been made, and you must lie in it - it might as well be comfortable.
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Extract whatever joy there may be in every moment -- my motto.
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