The PK Files: Entry Two

The PK Files: Two

Hard, Hard, Hard as Heck; ruining my life. Feels like my little heart is being stabbed by a knife.

Kill, Kill, Kill me now; I don't wanna leave. I almost think it'd be more fun to have a bad disease.

Row, Row, Row Your Boat can produce so many wonderful rhymes...right?

Anyway, Two weeks ago, we went to see the house. It made me want to stay here even more than before; and that's saying something. Nothing against Lafayette or the people of the church; it's just not here. They aren't these people. It's not even close to being the same.

The church is a lot smaller than Trinity. I knew it would be; you can't keep up a building the size of Trinity without four or five hundred regular parishioners. It's a nice place, has a nice sanctuary. The thing I don't like about it is the smell. It's like this:

80 year old person rolled along the floor about six billion times. Then a cat peed on the carpeting six billion times. And then it was flooded with water about six billion times.

Yeah...not pleasant. It's also extremely junky. There are things lying on every available surface; things that don't need to be in a church. For example: The youth collect old parts of computers to sell. The stacks of them are spilled all over the too small room. Yes, it's a source of money and whatnot, but is it really practical to have junk laying all over? It's easy to navigate when everything is clean and organized.

The house is okay. The living room and family rooms are a mix of seafoam green and paneling; which, thank GOD, is coming down. We're also getting new carpeting and we get to paint whatever colors we want. But seriously; it smelled like cat in that house.

Three bathrooms, four bedrooms, porch on the front and back. There's lots of storage; which is a pro. There's a lot of good about the house. It's just not here.

I wish we could take the people with us. My friends, the staff, everyone. It would make life so much easier on everyone. Especially me; to have some familiar faces around.

Oh well. Life goes on.

Hope for the best, guys. You know I am.

PeAcE,

M