I apologize for yesterday’s outburst (kind of) it was a ball of negative poop.
In my defence (of course) I was feeling really alone and cornered and stuff and it helped tremendously to feel like my internet BFFs had my back. Made me feel a little less alone.
Funny how writing to an electronic void in hopes that your words will bump into real live caring souls, makes you feel like you’ve got your peeps by your side.
So I have this deep burning desire to organize my house and clean every corner of of it and pack it all up.
I get that I should probably find an apartment before I do that though so I’ll try to take it slow.
I don’t mind moving. I mind apartment hunting. I mind having lousy credit and a psycho landlady who will never in a million years give me a single good word of reference.
I don’t much like trying to prove myself worthy to potential landlords and I have no idea how I’m going to pull it off this time. It’s going to be a fun game.
But I like starting fresh. I like making new homes.
I’m pretty much a gypsy… or a hermit crab.
My shell gets tight and itchy every 2-5 years and it’s time to find a new one.
I like painting walls and organizing cupboards and deciding what furniture is going to go in which room and what the theme of the space is going to be. That’s all good fun.
I do love the first sleep in a new house. I love it love it love it. I also love the first morning in a new house. It feels like opportunity, a shiny happy brand new leaf. A big breath of fresh air – and could I ever use on of those..