Getting out of the house

Just Getting Out the Front Door

Getting out of the house

…is unbelievably hard some times. I’m serious. I’ll try to get everything packed and ready the night before, even, and then right before it’s time to go everything blows up. It’s insane. It feels like every time I try to make strides to be more organized, things fall more apart. I’m not going to give up on going outside—I just want a marching band and confetti congratulating me every time I do.

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