It was raining yesterday.
No, not just raining.
It was pouring.
It was an all day, wipe out torrential downpour.
It was windy, cold and miserable.
But I could not stay inside.
This house is a dark, toxic cave.
And I realized yesterday that the less time I spend here, the better I feel.
(I frequently wonder if it has anything to do with the days that I wake up with a migraine.)
It was a miserable day.
And I was doing anything I could to stay outside.
And not just because I was bored (which I frequently am).
It was because this house is dark and dusty and cluttered and toxic.
There is no natural light.
I just needed to be outside.
I needed fresh air.
I needed daylight.
Now, I have been wanting to move.
I have been wanting to move to Florida.
And yesterday was a clincher.
There is nothing wrong with this house.
(Other than it being 30 years old and a dark, toxic cave).
It's paid for.
It's well built.
It's not haunted.
It's a good enough house.
But we just don't need all this anymore.
I guess it's true.
When the house tells you to get out, you should get out.