And so, last night I did something I've not done in a very long time. I cried myself to sleep. The situation wasn't really even that bad, it was just the thought of all the implications and complications that seemed to eat away at my heart.

This house is going to be put up for sale. It's not my house so I have no say in the matter. But this is where I found sanctuary from the world. This is where I started working for myself and dreaming bigger. This is where I got my first chickens. It is where I learned to give up a little control in order to have more peace. It is where I'd planned to have a spectacular party for Sir Goth's graduation and going-away.

And that last thought is what made me cry after the kids went to bed. My son, who is no longer a little boy, has had so many disappointments in his life and I truly wanted that party to be great. I wanted it to be AWESOME.

When I woke this morning, I felt better. I know that one way or another I will be able to get things on track to wherever they need to be. I know that I have choices that I can make that will keep my family comfortable and safe. For now, I just need to sort through those choices and pick the right one for us.