As I write this family are putting up my shed. It’s taken literally months to organise, not to sound ungrateful it’s just always the way when you need others to help you do everything.

I honestly hoped maybe nievely that no longer living with my parents would make me feel like I belonged somewhere. Or at least in my own home. I don’t.

Not to sound selfish but I still don’t get the things I want the way I want them, when I want them. And I’m realising now that I likely never will.

I know many of you will have things in your life you can’t control. But you have the little things. I don’t even have them.

Somerimee it feels like this blog, like writing, is the only place I have any control.