so i’m meghan

yes, that’s where i want to build our house. it’s a bit pricey, but if we can get him to come down… better living is on it’s way. not to say i don’t love my house now, because it’s been perfect for us these past two years. i’m just ready for a little change… a change where i can go out to get my mail without being terrified of foot long bugs attacking me… when random scary people won’t be knocking on my door at all hours of the day… where the neighbors play outside with their kids in the evenings instead of screaming at them all day… and yes, i don’t need to mention that it’s a predominantly white neighborhood. no, that does NOT MEAN I’M RACIST. it’s just an economic thing. if this new neighborhood was full of black people who took care of themselves, their properties, and went to work like normal people, i’d be all for it. and all you people that call me racist…. you can’t really say that you would be totally comfortable being the only people on your street of your race. yes? now, that’s settled…. anyway, i have my house plan all picked out, and brian and i are figuring out all the numbers and getting estimates blah blah… so hopefully we can get the show on the road soon. BUT, then there’s always jersey. gosh i go back & forth daily. i’d do anything to live by my family, but i really just don’t think that’s an option right now someday though…

i miss her. a lot.

whenever i get sad she always makes me feel better. it’s good to have friends you know you can always count on.

she’s a keeper. the end.

“w”

i really didn’t think i’d have enough intelligent/interesting stuff to say, but jeremy helped me set this up anyway. why? because he’s rad. i’m still trying to figure this stuff out, so don’t make fun of me for a while.