Frantic

It’s nearly countdown mode now, the days to leaving are getting fewer and the stress is getting higher. Couple the stress, lack of time, pain and overwhelming emotions and reality has become hell. There is so much that needs to be done, but a lack of funds makes planning and packing both difficult.

We need storage boxes and a place to stay; camper, rv, a house that will allow our animals without paying $2,000 up front, or something like that. Right now all we have is hope and a prayer that’ll be able to make it somewhere without Bessie giving out on us and the promise of a place to tent camp.

All of these worries are compounded by the fact that if we don’t have somewhere to go, we’re looking at camping until we can come up with something. Camping doesn’t seem like a very bad idea if it’s late spring, summer or even fall but with winter not too far around the corner, it’s a major worry.

The worry is overwhelming to the point where it is almost suffocating. I want to curl up in a ball, go to sleep and not wake up until all is right with the world. There is too much hatred in this world as it is.

I just want to find a place where people can care about people just because they share a common aspect…humanity. I don’t think this place exists anymore, but there’s still hope for it someday.