Hi loves,

[orleans]

6. i'm taking as much as possible

at least inside
including my mother's room, although there will not be a separate room for her furniture--i can't afford a three bedroom condo
friends and neighbors are taking as much as they want from the yard--otherwise everything will die--it's all getting torn up and torn down

i grew up here, i raised my daughter here, i have always been here, this place is my solace.

there is no planting anything at the condo--otherwise that would be a great idea.

anyway...

nothing--not a fucking thing--i can do about it. i tried. i tried my best.

the moving day is getting closer; i think i'm entering into a weird sort of shock stage--feeling rather numb, and dead inside.

oh well. i can't fix it and i can't change it.

perhaps i will adapt to my new surroundings. (honestly i never thought i'd get this far)