Lost in the Emotional Desert
I drove him to the eye doctor and sat in the waiting room alone. On the drive home I realized I felt nothing. Not anger, not sadness. Just nothing. In the emotional desert.
Desperately Seeking Kitchen
New Jersey rental kitchen: tiny, broken wall oven, zero storage. I miss my Virginia kitchen. Meanwhile: crockpot it is.
Tales from the Public Library
I don't consider myself living somewhere until I have a library card. The Cherry Hill library charges $2 to borrow a DVD. I am highly annoyed.
Sunday, Sunday
I love the chain of events that led to family movie night! Got woken up by my phone with the notice that I had a text from Redbox with their free movie code for December.
Going Mental in the Rental
One month in the New Jersey rental. Still unpacking. Christmas in 23 days. The crockpot is the only thing keeping me sane. Certain people expect a meal when they get home.
