Spring has sprung–and over here, with the children all over, seems to be a good thing coming.

Life is really good for us at the end of the day. We are surviving, we are thriving in the best ways we can given the circumstances.

The thing I recognize about my situation is the broken heart. Given the circumstances of dissection, living through a second brutal abandonment is a challenge we met, and the place we live in now, such a far cry from the nothing of before…at the end of the day I took the rotten lemons and made a lemonade that has been an easy down for the both of us. At this point, though we might be a little bit lonely–everything about our situation has improved. We pay over double what we paid over there at the end of the day, with the rent here and storage, and it feels like we are getting so much more out of the arrangement, I would NEVER set foot in another property of theirs, no matter what the circumstance. Not interested in anything they are doing, period.

We are doing some amazing shit, even still–we are going on a super fantastic river cruise in June. 11 days. Almost $10k–mostly paid for by my education allowance, save care for Duke and some $1000 in flights.
I am going to have to start paying my student loan, but the $17k+ bill for the emergency in January, no.

Not happening.

These facts still remain:

The Corona Street address was not inhabitable before we moved in. We cleaned and arranged several people upstairs as tenants. Not her work, but she collected all money. Other unit=my friends. As yet unfinished, above market rate for cost. One friend saw what we have, one bedrooms are less, and realized the mistake, which was ultimately mine.

We were thrown our with no notice, like hated assholes who never contributed–losing about 5 months of rent=almost $4k–they hated us enough to kiss $4k goodbye, which is why I don’t dig fake families. As I said, reasonable notice would have been appreciated, but was it pride or bad advice which threw us out meanly and full of shit?

I have a serious connective tissue disorder which requires I avoid stressors, like you guys, B, M and T families.

Sometimes novelty is just that, a cheap stand in for the real thing.