I call the Hell House a Spider Web. When I went toward it I saw goodness and wonder and an open future. Then I got stuck in the invisible silk and my land lady has been sucking the life out of me.
I realized its been seven months since we moved into this nightmare. I need out really bad. But all the local renters are unreasonable or nuts. I've thought about moving back in with Dad. More then once.
My mom needs me if we are to find an apartment.
But I can't wait forever.
As it is it seems like any hope for moving is delayed till January because of the holidays.
And our refuge down the hill? Maybe not so much. The resident made noises about how much we added to the fridge. A big trigger at this point.
Mom is worried I'll runaway to be with my sweetie. I won't.
That said I might plan. Plans are processing. Research is occurring.
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