They countered our offer. We accepted. Last minute cancel.
Meanwhile, our landlord finally came with someone to look at the falling apart wall. Told us “not to touch it, because it is unstable.”
Uh. Duh. Anybody looking at the wall can see that. It is LITERALLY cracking and crumbling from the inside out.
It actually struck me that it is a pretty good metaphor for my life currently.
- Giving the facade of being useful/doing my job
- Weakened from the inside
- Cracking at the seams
- Falling apart
I actually took a picture of it the other morning, because the pure irony made me laugh. I am going to make a meme for myself.
Definitely not feeling this new job. The school board changed the school’s hours in August and I am seeing less of my family than when I supposedly had a more demanding job. Getting out of this house and into a new one was something I was pinning everything on. It would make it worth it.
Welp. That has clearly backfired.
More cracks in my foundation as everything just seems to wear down on me heavier than normal.
Without anything to really look forward to, I am not sure how much my facade can keep up before I do actually just fall apart.