The city that hates me....

I knew I renamed Edmonton, "E-ville" for a reason. This city has a distaste for people named Jen who just want a comfortable place to move into without any hassle. Last September my basement suite wasn't ready for me when I got there, then I had to move out because of the house being sold, I moved a couple more times and then found a cute basement suite to move into for this September with my roommate named....Jen (great name by the way). Of course I assumed things would go smoothly but I was kicked in the butt with that assumption....AGAIN! I ended up spending most of last weekend at Krista and Bryce's place in Stony plain as I had no where to sleep in my new place. My room had more or less been torn up to see if there was any mould in it. Turns out (thankfully) that there wasn't but it left me with no place to put my stuff and no possible way to unpack. So for awhile my stuff was all piled in the kitchen. Then during the week I moved it all into my room so we could set up the kitchen and at least be able to move around a little in our place. I moved 99% of my stuff out of my room last night so my landlord could finish mudding and sanding and the couch has become my bed for the weekend. My room is not primed or painted yet and our suite is once more a disaster. We have about a foot of space to squeeze into the kitchen and bathroom...my clothes are hanging from our chin-up bar (yeah...buffness) or piled in various places and I'm having trouble finding most of what I need. Hopefully my room will be ready for me by the end of the weekend. HOPEFULLY. I can't feel settled until I'm unpacked and all my things are put away--until I can find lost items, know where that darn shirt is and not have to bang into things everytime I turn around. Thankfully my roommate is easy-going with all my stuff being EVERYWHERE. What lesson can be learned from all of this? I can think of several. Patience is a virtue. One that I have not mastered and realize that yes, indeed it is a virtue I would be much better off with. My cup overflows with blessings. My house may be a disaster, my life in disarray (or so I feel it is), and my room is full of dust but the Lord still pours his blessings out on me. His mercies are new every morning. I shall dwell in his house forever. He loves me, died for me and gives me the much needed grace I need everytime I complain about my situation. I'll be settled soon enough and in the meantime, praying for patience and character. I want to be refined...could this be part of the process??