construction

As Promised Hole Pics

I’m still feeling like crap but you can see what is happening at the lot. Wanted to share.

I’m slightly manic so I am talking a mile a minute even though I feel like ca-ca/

Such is life.

Am I Crazy?

Today we went out and looked at houses. We both instantly fell in love with one. We agreed on everything about it . The would be room for guests and a giant art room for me. The kitchen was so amazing I wanted to start baking right there. It’s even in our price range.

The problem is that it is a model home. We would have to wait 6 months before we could move into our own, which means 6 months staying with the mom in law. 6 months of putting up with family and their bullshit.

There are of course positives. 6 months of saving money paying down our credit and saving for closing costs. We would have the house we wanted, designed the way we want. With all th little nooks and crannies we have thought about. We can even purchase the lot in an area we want.

Still 6 months Is a long damn time of holding my tongue and smiling. Sure I will have therapy every week but then my mom in law lo be driving me to it.

I’m stressed and it’s making my body hurt, a lot! I just want to curl in a ball. However I can’t even do that, got to go to the dentists tomorrow and then the nieces birthday. I even bought the spoiled little princess a present. Fucking entitled 6 year olds… Sigh

ill know tomorrow if we are going to do the house thing, please send good vibes.

Nothing Going On But The Rent

Seriously I hate the first of the month. Paying for rent in California could be two 300k home mortgages in Omaha. I always feel like it is throwing money away. Not like this apartment is amazing, there’s been construction going on for the better part of the three years we have lived here. Constant noise and men yelling.

When I have insomnia which I do now, you would think I would be able to get a little peaceful time to nap for an hour or two, but nope. jackhammers, drills and other noisy little tools grinding and purring and rumbling.

I don’t know how people can live in cities like New York where there is constant noise. I can’t even stand the noise of people talking in a restaurant if there is not music for me to focus on in the background.

My perfect home would be a little ranch with a small one horse barn and a corral for it to run in. The problem with that is that it seems these are the places that are often hit by tornados. Tornado season in Omaha is scary enough, so I will likely live in a neighborhood with lots of houses. Is it increasing my chances of not getting hit? It’s unlikely but I would at least feel safer.

And honestly I don’t mind the sound of the tornado alarms nearly as much as I hate living in this apartment.