Well, I must say, fuck this economy and the foreclosures of all these fucking homes.
Having to move soon has been on my mind a lot lately. Our last couple months in this house are winding down and the thought of leaving upsets me to my stomach. I’m so completely comfortable in this house - this home. This is where I spent my rebellious, insane, and all absolutely wonderful teen years. From high school to college. Next to my old house on Pipe Dream Court, where I spent most of my adolescence, I hold this place with the most sentimental value in my heart. After all, this is where all my mains became my mains the summer I got grounded from sneaking out of this very bedroom to catch some city lights one freshman year night, this is where I had everything from my first ever kiss outside my house, to every wonderful memory of my first real and long term relationship - coming back to my room to watch How I Met Your Mother, Red Box movies, crying endless tears the night he broke the news to me that he’d be leaving for the army, and just everything in between. I hate the thought of possibly moving into an apartment if we can’t find a condo/house in the price range. I just hate the thought of leaving. Unfortunately, it’s no longer just a “thought” but more of a cold hard reality.