I moved out of my house right away. Not because of the Sav-More situation and the lack of facilities, but because the place depressed me. Why? It’s a filthy hovel.
Yes, it’s coming along and it has potential, but it’s also overwhelmingly … messed up. It’s painful for me to be there, because it reflects my inability to make things happen there without help. And, because it’s just buttugly.
I don’t know what else to do but just keep slogging it out as best I can.
