Well it was a good thought. So now why do I feel like I need to be self destructive? Doing all these bad things because I can’t handle a little disappointment?
Started out with good thoughts and good intents. Spent most of the day just out and looking at houses. The one which seemed the best fit was … not it. Affordable, but not what I want. We looked at half a dozen (or so it seemed) and the 2 I like the most are just out of reach.
So I come back home and show Vickie my house – she hasn’t been here in YEARS. She thinks the house is not in as bad condition as I think. We went outside to see my “office” and “studio”. I DO love that studio. So now I’m swinging back to staying here? If I could have that room in another house somewhere else……………………..
I’m just so tired of being here.