Sometimes I just want my mom

I’m still pretty stressed out, and I really want to go for a cup of tea with my mom. This isn’t really an option though – what with the fact that she’s in Vancouver, and I’m in Toronto. Phones just aren’t right, I’ve never been good at phones. I know I have to just be patient, and that if this apartment doesn’t work out, we’ll just have to find something else, but I’m just tired of looking, tired of waiting, tired of people telling me that it’s bad that I don’t have credit cards, and my income just isn’t enough for them to want to give me an apartment, and so on… Can’t I just break for a while?

No… it doesn’t work that way.