I wasn’t going to write down what’s been happening to me. The story sounds like a desperate cry for attention but Im confident that no one will ever read this and if someone stumbles upon it (and thinks OMG get this lady to the nut house) they will have no idea who i am. So I’m writing it down. Not for me and i don’t think its for them, god knows i give them enough of my time as it is….shit I don’t really know why I am. Here we go, starting at the beginning.

Austin was too much. Too busy. Too loud. Too bright. Just too much. Id been there for 10 years and needed a change so a change I made. everyone says change is hard. I didn’t find that to be true, change is not hard its just scary. Scary like the first day of school. logic is saying strongly everything is going to be fine while hysteria is wrapping its cold fingers around your heart. Im almost imbarised to admit that I only needed to spend 8 hours on Zillow to find my dream home. A recently flipped 2 bed 2 bath cutie in-Mexico, Missouri- I only chose Mexico because, well, its called Mexico.

There was a very eager realtor connected to the house and she worked with me remotely no problem. I did a couple of walk through tours and she haggled the price down to $64K for me. Ive been paying nearly a half of that a year for rent so making the swap from rent to a morgage was oddly comforting. I’m not really the kind of person that goes out so I had plenty of money saved up to make a generous deposit. One loan and 10000000 e-signitures later and I was a first time home buyer. Took me 2 weeks to pack up all my shit and with a rented u-haul I was outta there. The few people I’ve spoken to since my move have acted as if buying a house sight unseen is completely irresponsible but that’s how i had moved into my last apartment. Sight unseen straight out of college, which I also had moved to sight unseen. Not going to lie, the hardest part was convincing my parents they didn’t need to drop everything they were doing to come….I guess repack all my dishes. I don’t know, who knows what parents are thinking.

All of this information really doesn’t matter but I feel like it sets a really good back ground for the point of this journal….blog….thing. So I moved over 4th of july weekend so that i wouldn’t have to use more vacation time than absolutely necessary and wham bam I’m a Missourian. The house was just as I expected, the realtor had recommended a cleaning lady and move in crew and I honestly don’t care if they were all related to her or not because they made the entire move in process seamless for me.

I love this house, Ive got a beautiful yard with a porch big enough for two adirondack chairs and a coffee table. Like it was made for me. I love this town, its big enough to have just about anything I really want or need and what it can’t provide Amazon can deliver 2 days. I love my new neighborhood its dotted with little families coming and going. There are a couple old lady neighbors that have made their way over to check me out a few times. Best of all though is the stray cat who sits in the chair opposite me….I say stray loosely because he’s very fat someone or multiple someones are feeding this guy. I got settled in had spent a couple weeks just chugging along doing my super inthralling website design thing. Everything about my change was exactly what I wanted and needed. Then August came along which seems fall-ish. The weather was not cold but you know Ive got this new place and it has this cute little gas fire place that was calling my name. I made myself some hot tea in my Garfield mug, lit the valve and cozied upin my dads old lazy boy. I was sipping along watching people on youtube blow glass when all of a sudden there was, I shit you not, a ghost standing in front of me. I inhaled the tea straight into my bronchioles and actually thought I was going to die.

There you have it- that’s what this journal is about. Im just going to call it a journal because I don’t want to spend the time looking up a better term. I can summon ghosts. Surprise! I know i was surprised and burned. The truth is as hard as it is to believe that for some reason this house and me and the fire place create some kind of…..you know when those kids put their rings together and call captain planet? its one of those…we (me, house, and fire that is) combine our powers and call forth the dead.

Needless to say I freaked the hell out I mean screaming, praying, crying, I might have peed a little, and running in actual circles. Spent probably 5 min in this state before I calmed down enough to noticed that the ghost ws just watching me. Watching me and laughing. Laughing is an understatement here the thing was actually crying it was laughing so hard. There is just something not scary about a ghost laughing so hard its bent double and holding its sides. There it is. The beginning.