home=depressing!

i noticed a while ago that although i am always missing home and ready to go, when i get here i invariably start getting depress-y. almost right away. it happened again this time, and i think i;ve figured out why:


this is the view from my bedroom, where i spend almost all of my time- work and play.


this is the sky (at 1 pm!) in general for the last, oh six months at least. this is the brightest it gets, can you understand that?

who wouldn't get depressed? while this place is absolutely GORGEOUS from july to october, winter is a real blues-er. combined with a large and growing pile of bills that we will only be able to pay if we don't eat again for six months and a sink full of week-old dishes and i am ready to cry.