When it rains it pours, no? We finally decided to leave our "dream apartment", where if "The Money Pit" is art, then life is imitating it. Thankfully, my talent with letter-writing is such that we're not only getting our deposit back but we get October's rent free. We just found a little Arts & Crafts style house all to itself... and while living in a house is an unfamiliar step up, it seems apropos to start married life (6 weeks and counting til zero hour!) in one.
The last few days I've spent in my hometown visiting with my Mom in the hospital. The breast cancer has become lung cancer, stage IV-style. In a phrase, no bueno. I'm distracting myself with my job-hunt, mulling paint colors and launching myself back into my little project which no longer has to do with cigarettes. I can't stand to think about them right now. Even though the whole "cigarette" thing was mostly to do with the cigarette boxes the art is to be packaged in (see, the concept is unified!), I really can't take it right now.
I'm going for something lighter, no pun intended.