Too much rain.

All the rain in the world fell in like two days.

I feel terrible for everyone that needs to be evacuated or has suffered in some way from the flooding--but in that same light, I was living in the basement of the old house for a LONG time, and while my room only flooded once, I was always vigilant about the rain after that. In that light, I'm grateful to live on the upper level.

In other news, while I've only lived in this place for a few months, I'm already planning out what our new home will be like in the future. Both the misters and I are dieing to live in a house on farmland with a dog one day, but, you know, everyone's gotta do that whole "save money, wait it out" thing first.

I'd kill for a house in the middle of nothing, with lots of room to grow vegetables and let future pets roam. Where we can have bonfires, and big parties, and see a clear sky at night.

But in the meanwhile, it is nice to live close to work and all the other neat things in the Highlands.