Category: scars & souvenirs

Gonna be opposition…

Sara

Road construction started on our access road on Monday. So far it looks like they’ve just demolished the retaining wall marking the property line between our development and city property. Our house has felt a fair amount of shaking and vibrating from it. I can’t imagine what it’s like for the houses that are right next to it. ECH. I’ve had several instances of questioning my sanity and whether or not the awful jarring feeling… Keep reading…Gonna be opposition…

Right behind the haze…

Sara

February. Fine. Whatever. I had six posts in January. Two were year-in-review and one was the monthly Last.fm stats. But there were three run-of-the-mill blog posts and I haven’t posted that much in one month since early 2016. Will it keep up? Who knows? I had a list of things I wanted to dump into a post and then the calendar turned over and the fourth of the month whacked me in the back of… Keep reading…Right behind the haze…

The trench is dug…

Sara

I am incessantly ornery. It’s July. We all know how I feel about July. Our bedroom is consistently eighty degrees or hotter depending on how hot it is outside and sometimes I wonder if the lone air vent under our Giant Window of Western Exposure is actually connected to the rest of the HVAC system in our Tiny House of Three Windows That Open. If you stand directly on top of it when the A/C… Keep reading…The trench is dug…

The usual session…

Sara

If we’re being perfectly honest, I’ve been a colossal train wreck lately. No, no—more than usual. I’ve been struggling with some bad anxiety, which drives the depression to serious lows, which fuels the anxiety, which drives the depression, which…you get it. There are things that are easy to identify in terms of what’s causing the issues, but they are not the only things. And while Generalized Anxiety Disorder is a pretty safe assumption when I… Keep reading…The usual session…

The heart don’t listen…

Sara

…to words of wisdom I could never get myself to understand… I am in an extremely fortunate and privileged position in that I don’t have to work. (Not that my mental state is really in any condition to, but that’s a whole other discussion.) Bob has a good job that provides us with a comfortable income. We can pay our bills, save money, and budget for the things we want. He is okay with me… Keep reading…The heart don’t listen…

Not the same…

Sara

February and March are a weird time for me. A lot of people have trouble with this time of year, grappling for relief after a dark, miserable winter. For me it’s because of two defining moments in my life. February marked eight years since I got fired from the Toxic Shit Hole. March marks nine years since that first doctor appointment when I sobbed in an exam room in front of a doctor I’d just… Keep reading…Not the same…