Wow!! These months just flew by and I am still trudging along. HA! I am doing well. Moved into my new little troll hole, and love it. It took some time getting used to living in a house that was converted into two apartments. I have a little back yard and I am cleaning up and landscaping little by little. My neighbors upstairs keep to themselves. I work with the male tenant who lives upstairs in the ER, he was the one who told me about this apartment. Apparently, he hesitated to tell me that his girlfriend and him are chain smokers. Anyway . . . .
I will admit that I struggled with this apartment at first, it was a TROLL hole, I cried a lot. My son kept encouraging me that I could make it into a home, then I remembered my first apartment in New Jersey, it was a makeshift building, with no insulation and it was right above the bay water. I remembered I cleaned that place and made it our home, at least for about a week, because the neighbors upstairs had a fire which destroyed the building. Ah, memories. But I have to admit I struggled a little when I moved into this troll hole, which I lovingly call it, but it is sufficient for our needs. We are basically settled and I do feel safe here.
My neighbors upstairs are possibly signing on a house, and their apt will be opened. I spoke with the management company and asked them if we could have it, but if they could keep the rent the same. They told us they would get back with us, first they needed to speak with the owner of the house. I have to admit I do love my underground home, but the upstairs apartment has a fireplace, a tub and washer and dryer. My downstairs has a stand up shower, no washer and dryer, so I go to the Laundromat, and the fireplace is not functional, it was sealed up. I am not complaining, but if they can keep the rent to what the upstairs tenants are paying, I would definitely consider taking it.
AUGH!! Possibly another move, only I believe it would be easier because we would be moving upstairs. We will see, and I promise to keep you posted. I believe I took photos of this apartment before I swooped the hand of god though this place. I will be honest, I cried a lot because I could not believe what it dump it was, but now it looks like a home, a warm home. I still need to buy a love seat, I threw out the old one I had, it was time.
I had to find a home for my Maggie, it was a hard decision, but I had to do it. She would cry for hours when we are gone, and the male tenant who lives upstairs works overnights in the ER, so he needs his sleep. I should have kept her. A friend, of my son took her, and she is doing so well. There are four people in that house and she has someone with her at all times. Unfortunately, she has gained 13 lbs, so I spoke with the new owner and told her not to give her too many snacks. She promised to talk to her family. I told the new owner that the vet felt she was healthy, but needed to lose weight, don't we all, because Maggie will start having back problems. I have to share though, that when I took Maggie to the vet, she would not look at me. She just was not the same with me. I miss her and I understand that maybe she is angry and hurt, she was with us for 13 years, it broke my heart. But, she truly is happy with the new owner and home. She is more spoiled there than with me, if that is possible. HA! Well, I guess I will sign off for now. I believe I shared enough to let you know that I am well and God is good. I am grateful for His love for us, especially, on His taking care of my family and me. I am grateful for God's provision.
My Maggie. I love you and miss you.
God take care of her.
