Sitting there and waiting. Fearing the possible worst outcome. Luckily it didn’t turn out as I though it could have.
Blessed my father wasn’t hurt and that it didn’t destroy my house.
Somewhat happy it happened though as it takes a lot of stress away from my parents because it’s covered by insurance and getting a new garage while they fix up the inside as well.
Joking around with my sister how it’s going to be kind of like The Suite life of Zack and Cody lol since we’re staying here for 3 weeks.. 3 weeks at a hotel. Somewhat sick of it already and it’s been 2-3 days lol
My thoughts make perfect sense. Even saying it alone to myself it comes out perfectly fine. But when I try to explain it to people or even tell them how I feel it becomes the most frustrating thing ever. Why is it when I explain it to people everything becomes incoherent. I hate it so much. Even typing it to people everything just jumbles up and most of the things I want to say become left out.