(Re-post from 5/2/15)
There are days and then there are DAYS. Goodness gracious! I just commented to hubby that 2015 is shaping up to be yet another craptastic year and he agreed (usually he tries to point out at least a little bit of a silver lining. Not today…)
We get home and there’s a lease renewal notice on the door. Of course rent is going up. Which is a joke of epic proportions if you consider that they haven’t done any decent maintenance on anything that we’ve reported…ever. In fact, this reminds me that I need to find out whether I can get the EPA or the ALA to test the air quality in the bathroom…there’s mold. They claim that it is surface mold, we believe differently. We reported it last year. My cat has done more about it than they have. But they’re raising the rent. Looking for another lease in the hottest pit of hell alternative…
But then I was gently reminded that I once told loved ones that the way home would not open until they learned to accept [and bless] the place where we were. I don’t think that the Universe requires us to love a place that we hate, but we do have to accept it, respect it, and honor it for the blessings that have come our way while we’ve been there. Shit! That means that I have to stop hating on the place where I live long enough to acknowledge the good rather than fixating on the not so good.
I still plan on going home, sooner rather than later. The fact is that I need my family, and that my current location lacks what I need in order to nurture my soul. I can maintain—to some degree—but I need my tribe.