1.30.26

So the new house isn't working out. It's old and drafty, and we're gonna actually try to sell it. 

Taf said he has a plan to pay off our house and then we can work on getting a home that's just ours. He says the plan should take 5 years from when we move in if he did the math right. 

I trust him. I'm sad but I trust him. And I'm gonna be alive for at least another 2 decades so I should work towards something that's sustainable so I'm not working in my 60s.

My deities confirm this is the correct path, so I have to. I can't lament over things that no longer serve me. This house is stressing me out anyway. And none of the family wants to live together anyway. 

I should just let it go. This had to happen because it showed us what we need in a home. A small backyard (we hate mowing), spacious interior, 4 bedrooms, at least 2.5 bathrooms, no fucking leaks, small driveway, (I hate shoveling) and a Florida room for the cats to play in. 

Once we get a new house, I'll be adopting one last kitten and he will be Piyaju's baby brother. Once we move out of the cat castle, the cats will be separated. And it breaks my heart to think Piyaju loses his baby brother and big brother (they're Taf's aunts cats, so they leave with her.) 

But I should've seen this from the getgo. I'm not someone who wants to share my space, too many people nagging about my house keeping and decorating. I just want to be a blissful mess with my husband.

As long as my family is with me, I can make a home of anywhere...I just got to bear that in mind. Even if I have to live with my father in law, who is wound up VERY tightly. 

...haaaa, wish me luck. 💔😭

But in happier news--I went viral on tiktok and I almost have 5000 followers! :) all because I was shitting on trump. Isn't that great? Hopefully this journey leads to a creativity spike. The stress of maintaining our current house has been overwhelming and my depression seemed to hit max, especially with this weather.

I also learned I am NOT a winter bitch. Fuck this cold. Gimme the sun! And the beach! Gods I can't wait for the fucking beach! We actually have to open our pool up once at least to sell this house so hopefully we get to enjoy it before leaving the bougiest place I've ever lived. But I won't be content until I drink wine in that jacuzzi tub at LEAST once. Lol

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