Living with my dad at his shop can be challenging, especially physically, but I think I prefer it to the emotional challenge of living with my mom and her husband. Things seem a little crazy sometimes, but somehow it makes sense in a weird way. There seems to be endless opportunities for personal growth.
I didn’t sleep last night, and found a Walmart to wander around in pretty much by myself. The air conditioning felt luxurious compared to the heat and smell of the shop. I bought some cleaning supplies, and mopped the floors when I got back. I liked watching the sun come up.
My mom called me today, and barely said anything. I’m leaving my cat with her until I get my own place. The drama, pathos, and smell of cat piss makes my head hurt.