Eva Gale

With people.

In the center of the town with thousands of people.

Someone hold me?

Most of my life (apart from a very few years as a child) I have lived on acreage. I owned a buffer
between me and the masses-not for me, but for them. I’m not the best neighbor. I have a hard
time dealing with the reality of people, it drains me something fierce. For the first
two years of this selling our house journey I have been looking for farms.
A minimum of 3 acres and I could make due with one if it were mostly wooded but it wasn’t my preference.

And then, all of the houses I liked started being sold. All of my choices were taken away (I have parameters
I have to work within, here) and I had to start changing my paradigm.
It was hard, and I’m not quite arrived yet, but I’m envisioning it.

Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE the house. The street is famous in the town (and surrounding area)
for the historic houses.

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Did you hear that? That was me, grateful to be DONE with edits. They were the sword of Damocles hanging over my head and I hate that. I make it a practice to get rid of things in my life that make me feel that intense pressure. Like my bank account. Finis. Now we use cash and a Walmart Money Card. We do have an Amex but that’s a bit different.

 So how this turned from me finishing edits into financial drawer peeking I dunno. Ah. The Sword.

 Writing doesn’t make me feel like that-I’ve actually been burning to pick up the next story, but I owed those edits and that pressure combined with me having to find houses, make offers, have them fall through then have to find more houses and finally FINALLY finding one (I think we’re out of attny review today on both ends)? I’m feeling like June is Busting Out All Over.

I can now put my total focus on what I WANT it to be on…moving and nesting. Reading my favorite craft blogs, getting in the greenhouse and planting seeds which I should have been doing already. And writing this new story. I love it and …well, I love it. It’s nothing more than being twitterpated with something shiny new, but it’s a great feeling.

Now I’m headed off to the thrift store to rummage around other people’s junk and see what I can bring home to reappropriate. I need something pretty to hold all of my crochet hooks and I actually need to finish some fingerless gloves and a scarf before winter is over.