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We Reduced Our Living Space from a 1,800 Square Foot House to a 43' RV and Now...
Almost a year ago, my husband and I decided to massively downsize. In fact, we sold 80%+ of our belongings strategically placed in our 1,800 square foot home and chose to live in a 43' RV.
By Crystal A. Wolfe3 years ago in Confessions
Realism of Life
Life is a matter of the living and the dead. Those who are still kicking and those who have kicked the bucket. Life boils down to money and how much of it you have. When it comes down to the actual core of things, no one really cares about you. It’s about what you can bring to the table. If you don’t have anything you can render, you’re useless to others. Society stresses the importance of money and what it can buy. You can’t do anything without it. And if you don’t have it, you’re as good as dead.
By BigSteff SA3 years ago in Confessions
Love At First Floss
* Please note that due to privacy reasons, this is for educational purposes only. While this may be based off of real circumstances in my life, the person involved is an amazing dentist who deserves to keep their career intact. Due to this I will not be sharing his identifying information, but hopefully you can learn something through my experiences the next time you to sit in the chair.
By Kayla Lindley4 years ago in Confessions
Hanging up the Headset
It’s been almost a year since I worked my last shift in dispatch. There are nights when I am still woken up in terror and think I have to go to work, or have nightmares about being called in. This year on the 4th of July was the first time in 10 years that I was truly able to enjoy the long holiday weekend. Yet somehow, I managed to have the most awful dream. Dispatch was short staffed so I went in on the holiday then they kept me for an extra day and I missed work at my new job. I woke up with my heart racing. I can tell you I didn’t have nightmares like that when I was working, but I didn’t get as much sleep either.
By Amber LeBlanc4 years ago in Confessions
Why I Am Not Called Grace
I think my mom had genuine insight. When she was pregnant with me, she and my dad tossed quite a few names around, trying to decide which ones they like the best. Back in 1947, ultrasound had not yet been invented to determine the sex of the child. Names were guess-work. You decided on two: one boy and one girl. Then you would use the one for that baby once it was born.
By Margaret Brennan4 years ago in Confessions
Q's That'll Never Get A's
People come and go. I get that. Really, I do. The people that come into your life don't necessarily have to give you the reasons as to why they'd want to leave... but I can't help but wonder. I'm sure most people can't help to wonder why a person would want to leave them.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet4 years ago in Confessions
I Felt Something Cold and Squishy Stuck to My Butt Cheek in Bed
I spend a lot of time in bed during the course of a normal day. For starters, I’m in it for 7–8 hours each evening while sleeping. Then, I sit on it for much of the day doing my writing with my laptop and my comfy little lap table. My daughter just got me that for Father’s Day and it’s a game changer. It has a little beanbag padding on the underside of it. Stellar Father’s Day gift for a writer.
By The Mouthy Renegade Writer4 years ago in Confessions
SUPER TACO
Customer service is a strange thing. you go somewhere, see someone working there, they seem happy or at least, like a normal person, and they greet you. They assist you with problems, they try to make you comfortable and then when you leave, hopefully you think back fondly on the fact you had a pleasant experience and this employee helped make that happen. then at a later point in time you get your first job in customer service, and the truth is revealed to you.
By Patrick Sweet4 years ago in Confessions
Not a day goes by
Not a day goes by that I don't think about you. Not a day goes by that I wish you would have listened to me and taken that bus instead. Not a day goes by that I wish I was with you at the time of the crash. Not a day goes by that I don't mourn you. I miss your scent that perforated my nose. I miss your kisses upon my forehead. I miss the silly faces you would make when I was down. I miss you, and i still love you, and I always will. Life can be cruel, but death can be worse. Not a day goes by that I can't help but think what could have been.
By Julianne Algueseva4 years ago in Confessions
