Parking Lot

March 12th, 2008; 2:22 PM

Current mood:blah

I have to find me under this pile of rubbish.

The sounds of heavy machinery working in the yard behind my house are very stressful for me. When will they be done? And what will be left when they are? -Most likely a faculty parking lot. I should have offered to buy that house...but it was not appropriate in the moment. Oh well. I bet everything will be for the best. If I had exchanged the rental for that house, I would have had a lot of work to do. It was a heap. (A beautiful heap.) But definately in need of repair. So it’s good, to not have that, to manage. Plus in it’s own strange way...having the JC creep up closer to me makes me wonder about my house. I love this house. But maybe it will make me love it less...and in doing so...be willing to leave it one day? Not while my Mom is alive..for sure. But maybe letting go of it will not be as tragic as I feel it would be now?