So...I've been feeling discontent lately, and its hard to talk it out with people. A friend and I were chatting about our old blogging days today, so i figured i'd give this a shot again. I'm sick and tired of not having a home. Sure I have a bed...for now. And a dresser...in the closet...that is hard to get into and even harder to see what i'm grabbing out. There's really not closet space so...most of my clothes are still in boxes on the back patio. Oh yeah, I need to sort through those. Mom has boxes out there of stuff they took out of my room after I left for college. I need to sort through it and figure out what i'm going to keep and what i'm going to toss. All my wedding supplies are in a little pile in the living room. A lot of my other things like books/DVDs and shoes are shoved in a corner behind the love seat. If I want to talk to Michael at night I have to go sit in the garage. I feel like I can't stay out late because Mom won't sleep well ...
Just a Rescue Ninja and her muggle version of a pensieve.