by Bluecast » Tue Oct 23, 2012 5:25 am
When I was a kid growing up the house we lives in sucked. Everything was always breaking down. You had to have a bucket ready in the basement when anyone flushed the toilet to get the leaking water,when my grandma died my dad filled the house with boxes and the back yard full of her shit. My room was half boxes. Everything in that house was depressing. Now besides the whole drunk abusive dad thing when I went to friends houses they always had such clean places and nice places. Well me having OCD I started saving the Sunday ads where it showed electronics or furniture. (My mom watched Martha Stewart as a view of a better life and home remodeling shows). It was our way wanting a better place to live a better life with nice things as well. My last apartment was not a whole lot better. So where is all this leading to. I look around and have the best place I ever lived. Those nice things. She has them as well. I no longer need to fantasize about having a great place to live. The thought I have was I been trying to have my entire life but thought it would never happen. That thought makes me very happy.