I hate doing things twice.
Now that we are back home, I sometimes feel like I have looped back to a few years ago and am doing things I've already done. Like ordering the same picture frames from Pottery Barn. Or printing the same pictures we had hanging in the old house. Or tracking down a rug, only this time it won't be from a floor sample after coveting it for months, and I won't get the good deal on it.
The first time you do something, even if it is tedious, doesn't seem so bad. It's fun, exciting, new. The second time it's just annoying.
We really are glad to be home. We are also ready for the minutiae of rebuilding to pass.