I DID IT!!!!
Within a 14 hour period, I FINALLY found a place to live AND moved in. It was an 11th hour miracle that came at 8 pm Friday night; I was accepted for the home I wanted! By 10 AM Saturday, I was moving all my shit out of the house, into the pouring rain. My posse of 10 folks with various cars, trucks and vans arrived shortly after, and by 1:30 we were done!!! This is why I stay in this area, because of my community of friends and the support I get in times of need or trouble. I don't mind being finacially poor here, when my heart and spirit are rich with community!
I now am the proud tenant of a cute and funky 3 bedroom duplex, with wrap around deck, oak and apple trees, garden space and exquisit views. I am paying $200.00 less and feel very happy about the outcome, even in light of all the stress I went through to get there.
AND OH MY FUCKING GOD, I have never had such a stressful week. Where was I to live, how was I going to move, what the fuck was I going to do? I cried and cried and cried, screamed and sobbed over the uncertainty of my living situation. I almost had to move my shit to storage and break into my friend Yana's house while she's in Mexico so I could have a place to stay.
Today, I am so sore, so tired and ready to sleep for a week, but the stress is mostly over with. I have only to move a bit more stuff and clean the house, oh and unpack!
Anya loves it, there is a sweet family upstairs and still close to town to walk and schlep groceries in the wagon. I can still walk home after a night of craziness in town and there is a cute park a few steps away.
I can finally breathe...
I now am the proud tenant of a cute and funky 3 bedroom duplex, with wrap around deck, oak and apple trees, garden space and exquisit views. I am paying $200.00 less and feel very happy about the outcome, even in light of all the stress I went through to get there.
AND OH MY FUCKING GOD, I have never had such a stressful week. Where was I to live, how was I going to move, what the fuck was I going to do? I cried and cried and cried, screamed and sobbed over the uncertainty of my living situation. I almost had to move my shit to storage and break into my friend Yana's house while she's in Mexico so I could have a place to stay.
Today, I am so sore, so tired and ready to sleep for a week, but the stress is mostly over with. I have only to move a bit more stuff and clean the house, oh and unpack!
Anya loves it, there is a sweet family upstairs and still close to town to walk and schlep groceries in the wagon. I can still walk home after a night of craziness in town and there is a cute park a few steps away.
I can finally breathe...