Dec 18, 2018 14:55
I sit here quietly listening to Sigrid while our baby chin-choe sweencho Spooky sleeps curled up in a ball.
It's the first day I've had off on my own where Jordan isn't off at the same time since the fire happened and it's a bit odd.
I used to crave these days, where I could listen to music loudly, have some drinks and update my journals about obscure feelings. Now I'm in a room within Jordans parents house while his step-mom is home and it doesn't feel right.
And I know everyone just wants us to be comfortable and feel "at home" .. but home is not and will NEVER BE here. It was up in Magalia. With our shitty couch that more than often caused more harm than good to our backs.. --you know what, I'm not going to go there.
Not yet.
but you know me, yet may mean never.