There comes a period in one’s life when the need to nest takes over. Being the eternal feminist, I once promised that I will never share my eccentric abode with a member of the opposite sex. Ever! But things have changed, a sheep has been cloned, Tom Cruise is dating Katie Holmes and hell has officially frozen over. That can only mean one thing, that I am in the “nesting stage” . My sister pointed it out. Didn’t really think anything of it, until she did 
The house that john has been building is finished. Well sort of. It can be lived on now. Its actually a nice place. I think of it more of a pad than a house really. Everytime I go up the stairs I feel like going up a treehouse and remembering the book that I just finished reading, Ann Rule’ s The End of the Dream. Ok, so maybe that’s not a good thing.
The treehouse is semi-finished. Maybe in a couple of months we can buy the rest of the stuff that’s not there yet, like the couch. There’s really no need to hurry but I am pretty excited about how it’s gonna turn out later.
What I never expected about this whole thing is how FUN it is! Really! So I had to be intimately acquainted with the toilet bowl ( I now know it’s every curve and orifice), had to do the woman thing and actually clean…But I had fun! It’s so mundane, so normal, just the kind of thing I needed. I’m happy.
Life is scary and it’s risky but that’s life. It’s supposed to be that way. (I’m saying this because I have decided to stay here, hence angering my parents) I feel free. It’s going to be tough. But I’m doing it my way from now on. My decisions, my mistakes. And I like it like that.