neighbors

I haven't posted in a long time, on any diary, and I feel like an attempt is all fake. Like I am writing because I feel bad for not writing, and then I remember how much I really do like to write. It's crazy and might not make much sense at all.

My new house already feels like home. It didn't take long at all, really.

My parents are here, and I really want them to buy the house for sale next door.

I have like, 6 entries for June, and June is almost over. Has work and moving really consumed my life?

YES! It HAS!