It's just after 7AM and I am at the Chick-fil-A by our work. I was feeling panicked and trapped so I fled the house.
As much as I hate the house we rent ITSELF, and it's endless ability to suck us dry financially, I love our neighborhood and I'm going to miss it, as will the boys. To move from all of their friends to somewhere where they are out in the middle of NOWHERE is going to be tough for them.
Then we face the very real possibility that Jon may not be able to find work in "smalltown Texas" due to his conviction!!! We really need to save money and try to seek a pardon for him or this will haunt him his whole life!
WHAT ARE WE DOING????? This is truly insane.