Making a Home

I am unusually good at making a home. Not home-making or house building, but taking a sometimes unconventional living situation and making a home.
I am house sitting right now. However the guest bedroom that normally would house the house sitter is under construction, plastic taped everywhere the bed on its side pushed against the wall, so I must make home in the living room and the unfinished bathroom. I am thankful to be house-sitting. On my overall list of things to do- get to madison was number one after all. I do have a lease starting in June but this will be my makeshift home until. It is reminiscent of camping out in my living room which I did when my lease ran out in California. I can't stand when things are messy or out of place but my latest challenge is that there is no place so I have to be creative so even though I am in fact living out of suitcase, I don't feel as though I am living out of a suitcase.
It is a step up from being in PE. I was in my parents' home which is my home too but since my bedroom got turned into an office I feel like guest in my own house. The dressers were filled but with rearranging, I had three drawers and a half filled bookcase. It's a little better here, more space and I don't feel like I am getting in my parents' way all the time.
It has been difficult since I left graduate school. My job has not yet fallen out of the sky and I now just expect rejection letters. I can't think about a bigger picture yet because it's scary and overwhelming. I have essentially been forced to live in the moment. What do I need to do this afternoon? What can I do to make things work this particular week? Luckily, I was a squirrel last year so finances are not yet a concern. My biggest problem so far has been my bruised ego which I need to return to acting 1 where we were told to leave our egos at the door. I will leave mine at the curb and maybe someone else will pick it up.
Now I am starting to wax poetic which is always a sure sign to stop writing. Until next time...