It sounds like a situation I would get in that would force me to climb over a gate everytime I wanted to leave my own damn house.

Toledo Ohio. Thats where I live. Moved in with a wonderful family that asks for dirt cheap rent in exchange for helping renovate the house a little bit, make a meal or two a week, and help with their daughter. Dirt cheap. like 50 bones cheap. The family functions as some sort of a urban homestead situation. We have chickens, ducks, bees, and a pretty big garden for the size. The house was built in the late 1890's by the richest of the richest of the rust belt. Its about 10 blocks from the city center and 2 blocks from Toledo's badass art Museum. All the houses around here have their own carriage houses turned apartments and range in condition from true slum to million dollar homes. Quite a social annomally. Its rather fun.

I believe the two adults living here want more adults living here too. I on the other hand would like to explore further communal living. Communal living that doesn't entail no oven and eating alone, but rather shared expenses and investment in really badass indevours. Im optomistic these days. Thats nice. I feel like in Georgia I was a hot mess of emotions, im reaquanting myself with more consistant good feelings.

I met a boy recently which is fun. He lives in Virginia which is not fun and he is 40 years old which is just bizarre.