tomorrow
I pack up a truck and move.
will it be to our first house, I really hope so. This process has drained me in every capacity. I have hardly eaten anything in days, I barely slept, I break down on a whim. To say “everything is grim” is an understatement. We are in limbo, literally. and we wait wait wait wait and are told to wait some more.
I don’t want to wait.
it’s mine and I want to move into it. fuck you for telling me I cannot.