Hey /sig/, took a break from posting.

These last few weeks have been... rough. Like, really rough. No place got back to us before our leave date, so we had to move in with a friend of ours and her parents. They have a pretty big house and its not as bad as we thought it would be, but its obviously Not Great. My husband and I are used to having separate rooms (both of us like to have our own space plus my sleep schedule likes to randomly fuck itself), so its taking some adjustment.
We got an extra week before we had to turn our keys in, but that was just to clean everything, which we managed to get done, but fuck, its not great to clean out every little last trace of yourself from your home for the last 7 years.
My husband is worried about money and we actually had a bit of a fight today, but we talked it through.
The silver lining is that a place got back to us and wants us to do an in person appointment and interview in the morning, so fingers crossed that goes well.
I also got to help my mother move which is... extremely stressful. This entire situation has revealed to me that my mom has hoarder tendencies. We originally planned on sharing one of the bigger storage lockers around town with her, but she has more than twice the stuff we do and there wasn't enough room, she had to get her own, and even then. Its not great, I had to secretly toss some stuff behind her back and its honestly eating me up a bit. I love her but she has so much shit she does not need or have space for, like yards and yards and yards of fabric she doesn't need or boxes and boxes of my old clothes I keep telling her to just toss. Not helping is how much of this is soooo last minute and remembering how many times she lectured me as a child over procrastination and inconveniencing people.

Good news: Haven't been on twitter in over a week.