(pretty) House Arrest

Our house is in the middle of the woods.

Even though cell service is impossible; it provides internet too slow to ever load pinterst; is a 30 minute drive to the grocery store (/ any store); is located in a region where locals endure 9 solid months of hellacious weather for the “amazing summer” which to my experience entails rain ALL day and sun ALL night (is this some kind of cruel joke?); and is ten thousand miles from everywhere I’d like to be and makes me feel like I’m stranded and doing time in some sort of house arrest…

at least it’s a pretty house?

Pretty or not, I’m ready for a jail break,



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