So begins the Year of the Rat

Feb 07, 2008 06:48

February's chill is just as appropriate as January to start a new year--and this one's the year of the rat. Perfect knowing I'm not going to Austin.

Delete four hours' blinding work on HomeCity looking for a place to live. 12 possible homes--beautiful homes--homes I liked, homes on transit.

Gone. Poof.

No, I'm not looking for another house in Knoxville. Maybe if I did, we'd be gone.

I can't stop crying. I mark off another day and wonder what I did to deserve prison.

Stupid cat will not shut up--now, he sits on the ottoman in my office and stars at me and yells and yells and yells all day long.

I liked the apartment in Beaverton better than this house. At least, I could get out without fear of falling on the uneven yard or dark steps. At least, there were sidewalks to walk on.

I'm sorry to move to this place. I thought it would be better for Tony than the pressure cooker of dell.

Hope--just gone out the window. Goodbye.
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