This is just a general update on what’s going on in my life. If you’ve been reading my past journals, you’ll know that my parents divorced about a year ago. My Dad has found his own place/moved in with his new girlfriend (I really don’t know which) and my Mom and I have been trying to sell the house. It’s made for a family of four, but my sister is up at college, so it’s just the two of us. It’s more than we need and we never really keep up the lawn anyway or use half of the rooms, so once it sold we had a two-week window to find an affordable – but not trashy – apartment.

We managed to find a place we can fit all our furniture into. The kitchen is tiny, but it has a fireplace and a finished basement for storage and is in a nice area pretty close to home so the move won’t be terrible. I’m excited about moving, but also anxious. My Dad was in the Air Force so we had to move about ever four years, so I’m used to packing up and starting over, but this house is the first house we had to ourselves. It wasn’t base housing, we could paint the walls, and change the wood on the stairs, and tear up the carpet if we wanted to. The place was a bit of a sty when we found it, but after putting a lot of work into it, it really became ours and certainly it’s the nicest place we’ve lived.

I suppose I am attached to the house and it’ll be hard pulling out of the driveway for the last time, but I’m not as nostalgic as my younger sister. She goes to school about three hours away and since she’s so physically removed from the house, the arguments between my parents, and having strangers touring the property, I don’t think she’s as far along the “grieving” process as I am. When she found out we sold the house, she wasn’t relieved or excited, she started crying. I had no idea she loved the place as much as she did.

My Mom, on the hand, feels like a weight has been lifted off her shoulder. She doesn’t despise the house, but she sees it as a physical reminder of her marriage. She and Dad bought the house, fixed it up, and lived in it for eight years and once we move out, it’ll be one more thing she can put behind her.

I’m gonna have to start paying rent, which I’m not too happy about. I still can’t find a job that pays well enough for me to move out of my Mom’s place, but then, most of my friends are in a similar situation. I just hope this doesn’t continue for long. I feel like a fucking freeloader. I went to college and I’m working two jobs but I can’t make it on my own. It’s real depressing.

I’ll keep posting the comic, but there won’t be much new art for a while…at least not until my Mom and I are moved into this new place. I did manage to do a one-page comic celebrating 500,000 pageviews, though. I didn’t even realize I had that many!

P.S. Please no new requests for free art. I have too many projects on my plate as it is and I can’t afford to do free art anyway. I, too, have bills to pay.