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It’s not like something unusual happened at the beginning of
February. There was nobody in particular to blame, although there is always a temptation
to point fingers. Of course, whenever we do that we tend to forget that every time we point finger at somebody
else, three other fingers are pointing right back in our direction! Yikes!
But, whatever inexplicable reason, suddenly the house didn’t
feel quite big enough for all of us anymore.
The house didn’t shrink. Each of
us still averaged the same square footage, which mind you, was actually
more square footage per person than
the size of my entire chicken coop for the whole family!
Nevertheless, the house felt cramped. A little overcrowded. Too
tight. Too congested, like traffic on Interstate 4 during Friday afternoon rush hour. Tempers
begun to flare. Opinions got aired.
Perhaps we started doing some math...
Six
people.
Two languages.
Three centuries, give or take.
One roof.
That's a whole lot of histories and a whole lot of personalities. And if you add six billion expectations,
preferences, emotions, thoughts, opinions, tastes and six trillion words to say every single day 24-7...
And thus we began to sink.
Some may condemn. You should be thankful.
Some may commend. You lasted longer than anybody expected!
Commended or condemned, we were sinking.
We started to sink, the way Peter begun to sink after he’d
walked on water for maybe 6 or 7 minutes, I'd gather. Just hopping along until he realized, Wait a minute! This isn't supposed to be happening. Look at these giant waves.! Look how deeeeeep the water is under my fff.....
Yep, that's pretty much how our sinking happened.
Or, perhaps, I should say, my sinking!
Suddenly, my little introvert felt like she had had enough of all these people all the time, bumping into people in the hallways, and bathrooms, and the kitchen, and she put her hands on her hips and was ready to announce,
Alright guys, the party is over and now,
RIGHT NOW, is the time for all of you to leave or else…
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