Snow Globe

The Basement of Doom is no longer the basement of Doom, now it’s just the creepy basement. C and J <3 provided a trailer which is now full, and what’s left down there is either stuff to be sold at an eventual garage sale or stuff that I do need to keep.

It went quicker and was easier than I thought.

Mom keep a pretty good eye on Dad ‘tho, he was scoping a few things out for himself.

And I do feel better now that it’s done, another thing to cross of the list



Makes me want to try and get one through
just for the hell of it.



C came up with the perfect analogy for my life right now, it’s a snow globe. A very, very shaken snow globe.

All the bits swirling around are the crap I’m dealing with. The practical (cleaning out the basement, doing paperwork), the emotional (aka “fucked up mess”, the 5 stages of grieving got chucked out for being stupid and unreliable), the financial (HE may be dead but the bills still need to be paid), and the future (which is a big, scary, blank sheet of paper right now).

C assures me that eventually the bits will settle, and I do actually believe her, because they have to eventually.

I’m not saying I see light at the end of this tunnel, but I do believe in the existence of that light. Between that, my parents and my friends I think that’s what’s keeping me from going bat shit crazy. Because part of me really just wants to go bat shit crazy.