It's a new year. I'd like to say is a new me, but I'm still the same sarcastic snarky mess I've always been. But today I'm hopeful. Hopeful for the future, that 4 years of homelessness and bouncing around from place to place might soon be over. See, my stepdad Dave passed back in October, leaving everything to mom. I miss him, more today than ever because today is his birthday. But we finally got paperwork from England (where he passed) about probate. Mom wants to use the money in his memory to buy a piece of property. So that he can finally provide her with the home he always promised. It's a weight to know that soon there may be an end in sight. I'll always be thankful to those who helped us this last year but to have a real home again? That would mean the world.


I got interviewed by the local news the other day about our craft group. Here's a great clip from the interview that shows how I use my crafts to help with my mental stability.