And. I'm back to sit.

After I deleted every entry except 2.

Finally moved back to Pittsburgh for good. After moving to Louisiana for 3 years, then back to Pittsburgh for a year while Justin was in S Korea, then to Delaware for a year ... Im finally home. He went into the reserves from active duty. I have mixed emotions about this. Mainly because Pittsburgh brings back a lot of memories. Mostly good - but there are those fucked up moments in my life I was able to forget NOT living here. I was more confident when I lived outside of this city. I was happier (after I treated my ppd & ptsd). I became a different version of myself. Not saying it was all good, because the cake incident of 2013 was tragically epic. But mehh. Pittsburgh is and will always be home. I just loved living away from all the bullshit thats here.

I turned 30 in March. (WTF.) Not much different. I still feel like an immature asshole 70% of the time. Except now I have kids and a husband and bills to deal with.

Speaking of bills. We're currently in the process of BUYING A FUCKING HOUSE. We're in the the underwriting phase of this nonsense. So now all we have to do is pay closing costs and that motherfucker is mine. LETS RAGE. I cant wait to finally own. OWN. Its so fucking grown up I cant handle it. If I want to paint the walls orange, I can. If I want to make the basement steps a slide .. I can. NO MORE LANDLORDS. NO MORE BULLSHIT. NO MORE MILITARY HOUSING. FUCK. YES.

With that comes a whole shitload of other stress that I cant even put into words. Bills. Money. Bills. Projects. Remodel. AC? Fences. Lets put a dogwood here. No fuck your hot tub, this isnt the 70s. I want a damn pond. No save the yard for kids. I hate the counters. I like them. We need to do the kitchen. I want a kayak. wtf?

I just lost 3 damn paragraphs. Im done.