I am a ridiculously.super.crazy impatient person in many ways. As soon as I've decided I want something, I want it right. then. No waiting. Of course, that's not real life. Real life is where things happen in their own time which = an unhappy me.
I'm currently in unhappy mode with our house. I honestly do love our house. At least once a week. The other days I want someone to come in and magically redo both our bathrooms, our back room, our counter-tops, the music room, our front stairs, and our back yard. And then I'll gift it with my love.
We've already redone quite a lot, but it doesn't feel like enough. It's very tough to appreciate the house for what it is and what it will be when you can only do a little at time. Watching a lot of design program/reading many design blogs does not help this attitude - they certainly perpetuate the idea that in no time at all your home can be House Beautiful ready.
I keep threatening to just sell everything and move to a shack on a tropical island, but so far that hasn't happened. Yet...
Photo (of the insanely gorgeous dining room): Under the Table and Dreaming