It's a Process

There are times when I can see the light at the end of the tunnel.  The farm we may someday still own.  The house we may still someday inhabit.  And then, there are days like today where the feelings of failure and dismay at the loss of our house and the ensuing difficulties with friends, creditors, and neighbors weighs heavily on our shoulders.

Like everything, losing one's home is a process.  Today, the process just happens to suck.