I want to move. I need to be out of this house. There are several reasons for this need, not the least of which is the pile of my “clean” work clothes I found in the sewing room wadded up on the floor…and the white/off white/khaki stuff is PINK.
The UGA shirt I bought when I worked there almost 10 years ago is now pink.
The dishwasher doesn’t wash completely. The washer and dryer don’t work and we have to go to the laundromat. There are mold and mildew in the house…two things to which I am very allergic.
And I’m sharing this lovely living space with someone that doesn’t want me around anymore.
I want to move.