postgarf

pretty soon, probably a month or two after the holidays, i'm going to be moving out from the place i've lived in for a solid 22 years to a house of my own. well like, not entirely my own, cuz i'm gonna be living with people as well and doing some other shit, but *not* living with my parents, and i think that's gonna be really nice and cool. i had a friend come to me talking about wanting to live with me and renting an apartment in order to split rent with her bf 3 ways, and i was like "wait my dad died i'm gonna be able to live at *his* house if i don't need to sell it because oh my fucking god everything happening rn" and it'd probably be cheaper than an apartment anyway (depending on Factors)

my dad's gf has been living there in the meantime because she took a lot of care of him in his dying days, but now that she has mostly everything progressed from that to her own place with her family n stuff and since i'm trying to start some maker-ing things with furniture building and wood working, i need some ***actual fucking space*** over being holed up in this cramped little office room. i find it *absolutely exhilarating,* i don't really even have the words to describe how excited i am. like even with the aforementioned "oh my fucking god everything happening rn" unspeakable horror of impending Usonian bullshit to come and everything, i have been given this privilege that *many* people do not have, and i am ideally going to be able to make the most of it and commit to the shit that I ACTUALLY FUCKING WANT TO DO instead of being locked in this purgatory of inaction and wilt that i've felt ever since high school. i am just, incredibly excited. the past few months of my life have been pretty fucking cool and shit and like, wow. hope i don't fuck this up or become Worse or something. i'm hopeful though. like, overall. one can only hope