This is like the LAST MARCH OF THE ENTS. I do not feel like I have had a home since I was 20 years old. I have bounced around cities and the world ever since. A nomadic life was fun and games for a while, but now I have this insatiable desire to nest. not only that, but I am EXHAUSTED! I have moved a total of 8 times in the last 7 years. This last move will be the 8th. I used to travel back home to Joliet, IL to feel that sense of “home”. However, that is gone. I no longer feel like I belong and nothing is as it once was.
On top of moving a lot, I took 4 cross country trips with my shit when I was mad at Matthew. This shit takes a toll. Matthew said “Maybe if we make more money we can sell this and move somewhere else!” Over my dead fucking body, dude! I am DYING in this house!
As for right now, our closing date is in 2 weeks, but we might move it up to next week. The home needs a LOT of TLC, but I am simply getting new appliances and carpet to hold us over….not to mention TOILET SEATS and shower heads! Oh yeah, and a water softener so my appliances don’t all die!! It’s going to be a long journey, but I like to think that by the time we hit 50, we will have all the repairs and whatnot that we want. Currently, the house is infested with rodents, so we are getting that problem taken care of before we move in. Afterwards, it’s up to stupid fucking mew to do her job. She is a vicious destroyer of lives…the killer of fuzzies. She gets TRIGGERED at the cutest tiniest things….and crushes them. Good, stupid mew.
So, it’s time to box..and box…and box…..for the LAST TIME!