juggling act
I am making a pact with myself. I will sleep in my own house, in my own bed, every day for the next two weeks, at least. And after that, I'll be looking for somewhere to live that's closer to the places where I like to go and drink. Closer to civilization in general. I miss having people come over. It's lonely out here in the boonies. Nobody ever visits. I miss when I lived right in the middle of downtown in West Palm, and people were always coming and going in and out of the house. I miss waking up and making breakfast for the people who crashed out the night before. I miss even having my own kitchen to cook in.
Let the house hunt begin anew.
Let the house hunt begin anew.