The discombobulation hasn’t stopped.
I’m 3 weeks out of house and not too fussed,
but try as I’m attempting to adopt
new customs, I keep failing to adjust.
I’m looking for the toilet paper wrong.
I’m antsy missing in-home exercise.
I haven’t been without a printer long,
but lack has made me list. I had my eyes
wide-open when I left my tiny house;
I made the space to alter and improve.
I’m not unwell and hesitant to grouse:
I planned this course and knew I’d have to move.
Until the actual completion date,
excuse me if I fail to keep things straight.