My dad's estate is officially closed, which kinda makes me want to puke. Like it's officially over. Not that he is anymore dead or anything. Not sure how to explain it. Anyway, blech.
I still have two FREAKIN' houses. Looks like renting is inevitable. There is nothing worse than feeling like your life is on hold...indefinitely.
The good news? I have a wonderful husband, wonderful baby, a nice home...two actually, and oh yeah, I am able to have conversations with the God of the Universe.
Why am I such a whiner?
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