A couple days ago I was wiping down the kitchen cabinets because the previous owners of this house left kind of a mess tbh. Just sitting there on the floor with a wet rag it hit me “why am I doing this?”

I’m trying to tell myself the little things still matter. Making this house into our home still means something. I’m telling myself this because I can’t give in to despair. The fascists want us to. And though I am inclined towards despair in general, I have to keep my head up and Keep Living.