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I just had an epic freakout over the fact that I only have two more weeks to find a suitable house and everything I’ve seen has been tiny (like studios not even big enough for my bed) and crazy expensive and no one allows pets because they have no hearts or have never looked into the eyes of puppy or snuggled with a cat and experienced joy. Or they probably have but they’ve decided that renters are subhuman and have no need for animal companionship.

So I decided to clean my whole apartment and play throw-the-rubberband with Siena and listen to some chill music and just try to remember that it’s all going to work out somehow. Still, I’m stressed.