I can't believe that it's been almost 2 weeks since I've posted, read or done much of anything online! Well, I'm moved and functional and haven't gone nuts from working and moving and breathing and getting to know the neighborhood.
I love that I'm closer to town and the college that I teach at. However I have been sheltered from pesky neighbors for the past 10 years. I remember now why I loved it so much out further in the country. No one bothers you for anything out there.
In the almost 2 weeks that I've been living here, I have been commissioned to take my next door neighbor shopping tomorrow. My own fault, I have to say. Dumb dumb dumb! I saw her walking home one day carrying a ton of groceries. She and her husband don't have a car so I told her husband that I would help her out and take her grocery shopping so that she didn't have to walk home with tons of bags. The next day, she came over and said "Mickey said you like to shop. How about if we go to Walmart and Big Lots?" Umm, I hate to shop but I guess I haven't completely rid myself of the inner jerk who feels that she has to please everyone. I didn't want to make HER feel bad so I said ok and we're going tomorrow. I love to shop online, but tomorrow I will drive 25 miles to sit in the car while she shops her heart out. I am definitely having a good long talk with my inner pleaser person and she's taking a hike!
My other welcome to the neighborhood happened on Monday afternoon. I was working on lesson plans and all of a sudden I heard yelling. "Shut up you crackhead!" "I am not a crackhead you pothead!" "Go do your crack and leave me alone!" "You asshole!" And it got more intense from there. I abhor drama and I guess I'll have to get used to having it on the periphery until I can tune it out. It was a nice reminder of how I should be grateful for my little world that is free from the drama queens and crack heads.
But overall I love my little space and get insanely good feelings being here. I didn't keep anything that I couldn't remember who gave it to me. So what I do have are things with meaning and comfort and peace for me. My pound kitty loves it here too. I adopted her from a shelter a few years ago and she is like a kitten again with hardwood floors to go racing around on and views from the windows that she could only dream of before. Yeppers, we are loving it here.
Welcome to the neighborhood. Home Sweet Home.