I am spent
Still looking for a house. I am spent, I mean, this process, work and the second job, is killing me. Something has already given: my place is a mess. I have a choice of cleaning or sleeping, and I always choose sleep. Eventually, I do the dishes and I have to do laundry, it just takes forever. I don’t have a dishwasher and I have to hook my washing machine to the kitchen sink! I hang dry everything. It’s a pain. So I am giving myself cut off date to find a house. If I don’t find something, this gives me time to figure out what I want to do and if I want to go live somewhere else.
