Not gunna lie, it’s been a rough week. 

After a long string of bad luck with vehicles, everything came to a head last week when I got slapped with a bill for thousands of dollars because I forgot to pay an insurance bill Instalment. 

It was my own fault, of course, but that, on top of PMSing Aaron’s mental instability made for a flurry of anxiety. 

So what did I do? I reluctantly paid the bill, had a panic attack, and (probably jokingly...) decided to move away and start / join a commune. 

Has life ever kicked you down so hard that you decided to run away to live in a commune? No, only me?