Stuff
I have no where to call my own. I bought a house with my son and tried to add my stuff to his stuff. That didn’t work. He didn’t want my stuff in the way of his stuff. Well while this was going on, a tree decided it wanted to be in the middle of my stuff in my room. Now my stuff from my room sits in a storage container on the property. The container is not air tight nor is it dry. My stuff sits in ruin. I gave my son the house. Now he wants my stuff out so he can make it feel like his home. I have to store my stuff. I don’t want to be tied down to any one place because I need to be in two places all the time. Here and there does not make for having a lease.mor mortgage. I want to quit my job and try my hand at my art. Can’t do that with a lease or a mortgage. I thought my (ex) husband would get a home ( as we talked about) and I could have a place to have my stuff. That doesn’t seem to be happening any time soon. I want to travel so I’m gonna have to let go of my stuff...