Life Goes On
I would like to say that life is great, perfect, couldn’t be better, but that would all be lies. Everyone wants to move soooooooo bad!!! I’ve been looking for weeks, months, to no avail. This past week I plastered posters everywhere I could think in an attempt to find someone that had a place we could rent. Unfortunetely I haven’t had one single phone call as a result. Spirits are beyond low at this point, but we just try to keep hanging on, and we keep looking, and praying and hoping that something will turn up.
I am ready to cook and clean my own place again. Ready to have free access to the computer, instead of having to come here to the library. Ready to have more space. Ready to be able to do what we want, instead of what’s only allowed. So ready to have Chief out of his muddy mess so that we can work with him, and play with him.
Feel like crying every time we have to go back to that place.
