After much money spent and lots of headaches. I have a temporary place to call home. Everything is going good for now and I've managed to settle down quite nicely. I kind of miss how hectic things were just a few weeks ago!

I have a routine and I'm just trying to fill out the days as I wait for my new house to come. I can't help but feel a bitter sweetness as my house came down. I had time to mourn despite being rushed, and I'm glad I had time to say goodbye. Not everyone could feel connected to a house or a place like I do. As I look at the destruction, I'm glad to have experienced that place. It was my true home. All I have left are my memories.

I'll be fine. Everything is panning out.