I’m renovating my house.
This means that my family and I are living in a rental house at the moment.
It’s a nice rental house, but it’s not home.
So far we’ve been living in the rental house for three months.
The renovation on my home won’t be done for another three months.
It’s been a long spring.
My books that are packed up and my writing space miss me.
And I miss my home.
I really, really, REALLY do.