I’m back bitches. Happy Chinese New Year y’all.
I’ve had terrible writer’s block, and life has been just kicking my ass in general tbh, so writing wasn’t my top priority. I’m sick currently, and getting stir crazy, so the ideas are flowing man.
My family is getting ready to put our house up for sale, so we’ve been going through everything and seeing what we can sell, give away, and throw away, and goodness y’all… the memories.
This house has been my home since I turned 9. That’s 14 years of memories. 14 years of smiles and tears, laughter and fights, friends and family. I know this house from the foundation to the roof, and soon, soon I won’t see it ever again.
That is the most depressing thought. It scared the fuck outta me.
Soon I will have to find a new home. I have no idea where to go y’all. I have no idea what I am going to do.
Can you empathize with that? My entire life is about to change… I’m scared.
I’m scared because I’ve always had this home as a back-up. It has always been a safety net, and I’ve needed it. Will I be okay without it? I don’t know if I’m ready to be on my own, and by the end of this year I will be on my own. It is a strange thought- not knowing where you’ll be in a year’s time.
This is the year of the dog, and according to my horoscope, it is gonna be a great year!
It has been a shit year for me so far.
It is only up from here, am I right?!
The truth is, even though I’m scared shitless about what the future holds, I’m also insanely excited. I haven’t been excited about the future since I was 15, since I became depressed. This is a splendid new feeling, and as terrible as I’ve been feeling, it feels nice. So, raise a glass to the year of the dog!