Ding Dong...
...the witch is...moved out.
I almost wanted to cry I was so happy to sleep through the night, two nights in a row now! No screaming, no crying, no homeless man hollering, no yelled epithets, no racial slurs, no breaking sounds, no banshee wailing, no thudding, pounding, scratching, sobbing horror in apartment #4. I don't know what to do with myself. I'm so at peace, so calm, I think I've stopped grinding my teeth. I can feel my dread, so ingrained in me, beginning to fade away. I proceeded through life in a constant state of fear that she would start up at any moment. Every peace I had was fleeting, as it was inevitably shattered. Now, it's quiet if I'm quiet. I realize that my building is a quiet one. I can now recall how much I liked living here when I first moved in, because I like it again. It's like Christmas and my birthday and Valentine's day all mixed into one.
Now I can only hope that some case-worker somewhere doesn't place some new crazy person beneath or next to me.
I almost wanted to cry I was so happy to sleep through the night, two nights in a row now! No screaming, no crying, no homeless man hollering, no yelled epithets, no racial slurs, no breaking sounds, no banshee wailing, no thudding, pounding, scratching, sobbing horror in apartment #4. I don't know what to do with myself. I'm so at peace, so calm, I think I've stopped grinding my teeth. I can feel my dread, so ingrained in me, beginning to fade away. I proceeded through life in a constant state of fear that she would start up at any moment. Every peace I had was fleeting, as it was inevitably shattered. Now, it's quiet if I'm quiet. I realize that my building is a quiet one. I can now recall how much I liked living here when I first moved in, because I like it again. It's like Christmas and my birthday and Valentine's day all mixed into one.
Now I can only hope that some case-worker somewhere doesn't place some new crazy person beneath or next to me.