Yadda Yadda Yadda I Sold the House

I closed on the house six days after Mom’s birthday.

I don’t know where I’m going yet. Haven’t found a place. Rent? Buy? I don’t know. Right now, I’m staying with a friend.

And no, in the seven months since Mom died, I never did go to the bathroom with the door open.

And yes, in that same seven months, I did see some odd shit.

And yes, I feel like I just finished a marathon and can’t catch my breath.

2 thoughts on “Yadda Yadda Yadda I Sold the House

    1. Yeah, I suppose I should follow that “odd shit” up with a post. And it was rough in a number of ways. Getting the hell out of there in record time was something that could never have happened without friends.

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