Being Homeless Sucks!

Thursday, August 20, 2015

If you don't  already know, I am no longer living in Florida. Lyla, my brother, and myself went on a cross country road trip, while Alan stayed behind for work. It was quite a long trip, three days of driving, and lots of singing in the car to keep from dying of bordom. After all the excitement and anticipation, I cannot decide how I feel about being back here. Entering California looked somewhat like a graveyard for mountains, it was depressing. I knew the drought was bad, but I didn't realize it was this bad. The uproot has been more challenging than expected, usually Lyla has no problem adjusting to new surroundings or new people, but I think this is a bit much for her little soul. She was never really one to throw tantrums and definitely not one to be clingy,but she has been on a whole new level since being here--I can't blame the poor girl, she had to say goodbye to her Daddy, we took her away from her home, made her sit in the car for 34 plus hours, and now she has to sleep in some strange place (my parent's home). So  yea, we aren't really homeless, just going without our own home for now, which is hard. I miss my own bed, I miss my having my own space, I miss Lyla freely running around without clinging to my leg every time I need to use the restroom, and needless to say I miss my husband. I am grateful for my parents letting us stay in their home until we get our new home, but I am so ready to have a place to ourselves again (crossing we don't run into any major issues with our future home). Speaking of a new home, I will be searching tomorrow in San Diego, wish me luck!

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