In case it wasn't clear I was dying to get back home from Scotts Valley on Friday and I've really been making the most of this weekend. I feel so grateful for our clean and well organized house and all of its space and yes, even with the construction and lingering mess, that this place feels reliable and full of little joys; without many creaks and great ventilation as needed. I never realized how "locked" my mind was the 2 and a half days in sunny Scotts Valley; small and brittle and anxious and sad. Now I see Scotts Valley less a prison on a mountain and more a challenge I can tackle, week by week.
"[Growing up] is hard and nobody understands." // https://www.homestuck.com/story/2391