Home sweet home!
Those words have never meant so much to me as they do now. Several nights a week, a lie down at night in the room pictured above. (The mattress on the right is mine.) Sawdust, drywall dust, plaster dust, normal dust, and plain ol' dirt - I lie in it, I breathe it, and most of the time, I eat it on the peanut butter and jelly sandwich I have for lunch everyday.
It's definitely not a life of luxury, and hopefully, it's not a life I'll have to live much longer. The 90 minute drive back home is almost unbearable nowadays. I can't wait to take a hot shower, wash away all the grime, and put on some "normal" clothes (that is, clothes that have not been deemed as "work" clothes because of their excessive amount of holes and stains). And while Josh is a great friend and roommate, he will never compare to my dear sweet wife, Ashley, who is always at home waiting with a hug and a kiss.
...and yes, that is a toilet on the left side of the picture. And yes - one hot night last fall, Josh did find relief by resting his legs against the cool porcelain...
5 comments:
Where's my bed? :)
Good one, Mom.
See, you are witty!
I just saw your subtitle. I LOOOOVVVEEE IT.
I think someone is getting addicted!
Well Troy, I;m going to try my hand at commenting on your blog. We have really enjoyed reading all the interesting things going on in your life . . . and CONGRATULATIONS!!
Hello Troy,
What can I say? I am so proud of you and as Grandpa would say "it is in the genes."
I know he is looking down on you now and he would be so proud of you. The only thing that bothers me, is the fact that you will be farther away from home.
CONGRATULATIONS ANYWAY.
I love you, Grandma.
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