Uncomfortable

I hate living in this cabin.

It's not a bad cabin. It's actually, as my friend said, one of the best cabins she's seen.

But it's small, and not mine, and packed with my stepdad's stuff. There's no room in the fridge, or the cabinets. I'm living out of suitcases because the dresser is blocked by boxes and containers. The bed is flat and on wood and I don't sleep all the way through the night.

I just feel like I'm intruding on my mom and stepdad's home-away-from-home and it's awkward.

I need to find somewhere to live, but out in the boonies there just aren't many options. Most, if not all, of the apartments around here are gone, and so I have to wait til something opens up and hope I have the money for it.

I really hope I have the money for it.