Here.

I've been at a loss for words as of late.

I've opened this page more than a dozen times,

waiting for something to spill out of me,

but nothing comes out.

We've been busy but not with anything to talk about.

My mind has been full but not with much to write about.

So I'm forcing myself to come back to this page.

Forcing myself to try again & see what happens.

This blog, as silly & useless as it is, makes me happy.

So I'm here, trying again.

Typing & deleting. Typing & deleting.

I want my house to not be broken.

I'll be honest,

I can't think about that longer than 10 minutes

or I go into a slight panic.

Squirrels live in my house. 

They have made themselves at home

& no matter how many different ways we kick them out,

they find their way back & drive me crazy all over again.

I'm pretty much just ignoring that part of our life right now.

Just ignore the banging, scratching & weird chatter you hear from my ceiling,

it's just some critters having the time of their lives

& celebrating the fact that they've outdone the dumb humans below.

I can't think about everything that needs to be fixed

& the thousands of dollars that it will require.

What's the point until the funds are available?

That's my logic right now.

I would have been happy to live my entire life in an apartment.

I've said that for years

& I should have stuck to my guns

& not done what adults are "supposed to do".

Don't bother with the

"a home is an investment/renting is throwing your money away" speeches.

I don't care if I own the property I live in.

All I care about is that I have a place that I call home.

A place that I love.

That is my right. You don't get to tell me that it's wrong. 

Now I sound bitter & ungrateful.

Yes, my house really frustrates me & my biggest desire is to get out of it,

BUT I am thankful to have a roof over my head

...that is until the squirrels eat our entire roof....