*stress*
So I went to my dad's yesterday and I pulled up to the driveway and there's a realtor's sign outside.
I've known for six months that he was going to sell the house. I even knew that he was putting it on the market any day now. But nothing quite prepares you for going to the house you grew up in, which will always have a place in your heart as "home," and seeing a "For Sale" sign.
"In the air I'm sensing a change in the weather..."
-"Crazy Life" Toad the Wet Sprocket
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On top of that, I have to go (drive) to Tiajuana this weekend to deal with mom and stepdad drama. I'm really, really, really not looking forward to that.
I have a really sore neck right now. Can't imagine why.
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Mood: ugh
Music: [angry-beat] "Nobody's Listening" Linkin Park
Music: [nostalgic] "Crazy Life" Toad the Wet Sprocket
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