10.12.25 // 9:53pm-10:32pm

Today felt long. The market went well for redacted and redacted. I didn't take my stuff, I felt mentally drained but I still wanted to show up. I was under the impression that this Sunday market at redacted was free to set up, but today we were told it's $35 which doesn't seem worth it. The foot traffic was low. Although things did seem off today, I'm not sure what shifted. Anyway, I'm mentally drained after today. redacted made us salmon (it was really good) so that helped. I did lots of driving today. Estella did great with today's adventures.

I'm sitting at the kitchen table figuring out how to decompress. redacted kids are still awake in the room and I don't want to intrude. redacted will be leaving in a few days so I'll inherit his bed. They have an air mattress for me tonight. I don't mind sleeping where I need to, although I do enjoy the thought of having a bed to sleep in. This is a luxury so few recognize. Being in a house where all my needs are met and I'm allowed to grow at my own pace is something I've longed for. I never knew when something like this would come, so I came to terms with not knowing. That was easier to deal with than the longing. I'm trying my best not to get too comfortable because you never know what could happen. I do enjoy it here and redacted really doesn't seem to mind. I can't tell if the others don't mind or if they just don't want to say anything because it's redacted house. This is barely day two and I'm still adjusting and obviously over thinking.

I'm going to stay up as late as I can tonight since I don't have solid plans tomorrow. Mostly working from home because I don't want to go anywhere. I'm excited to make more shirts. I want that to be one of my best sellers. I'm not sure how many decals I have left. I need to solidify a new manufacturer for those. So much to do. So much on my mind. Keeping this journal helps. I miss writing. And this pen has been pretty nice. I need to write more for myself. It's therapeutic.