Nothing all that new...but maybe

My apologies ahead of time for the less than enthusiastic bent of this post. You see, I've been pondering over everything that has (or hasn't) happened this summer, and the picture seems pretty bleak. Unfortunately, I tend to be one of those "cup half empty" people, so why don't I start right there?

1. I have been waiting on approval on the house for 4 months, and currently I am only renting.
2. This has been one of the most painfully quiet summers I think I have ever had. Granted, people have their own lives to attend to, but I haven't seen anyone much in person for a long time. I haven't even really talked with anyone online much, which is saying something for an internet junkie like myself.
3. On a somewhat related note, my desktop computer crashed on me back in June. I was rewriting a story for editing and content, and although I'd only gotten about 20 pages in, I'm pretty sure I lost some substantially rewritten material. Which really sucks.

And because I think I should and because not necessarily because I feel it, here is the glass half full side:

1. The government negotiator has been assigned finally, which is a key component to the short sale. Something (should) be happening soon.
2. I haven't had to answer to anyone else's schedule. Not sure if that is a good thing or not, but at least no one is telling me what to do or where to go. Despite this, I think I'd really like at least a modicum more of human contact, on any level, than what I seem to have right now.
3. I do have my desktop back and operating, and some of the story is saved to a flash drive. I'm just afraid to see what I lost and haven't looked. Which is stupid really, especially considering I can probably recover where I was going with the edit fairly easily and may only be lacking 5 to 10 pages of material. It's just the lost effort I put into this the first time. Which all in all is REALLY stupid considering I probably will never have any material that will be good enough to publish anyway. It's merely a hobby.

So I'm not sure what this post all means. I guess I'd like someone out there to say, "Hey, I get where you are coming from," or "Yeah, I understand." I hate to seem as though I'm pining for sympathy, and I really don't think that I am either. Being understood and thought about is a valuable thing, even for someone who tends to be a loner.

And maybe that is what my point is after all.