Back in the Saddle Again

[catelin]

After four days of back-breaking 12-hour days, I'm finally moved and the old place is just a memory. The slumlord sent me several threatening letters demanding various amounts of money depending on her mood. I tolerated it for as long as I could, but finally ended up sending a nasty little missive to her on the intricacies of contract law. Haven't heard a peep from her since, other than a polite "thank you" for the balance of my last month's rent. I'm still surrounded by mountains of unpacked boxes but I'm gloriously happy and not quite convinced that this isn't some strange dream. I went back to work today, giddy and exhausted...desperately longing for the weekend.

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Re: you're home now.

[catelin.livejournal.com]

Perfect! You put into words exactly what I am most elated about. I didn't grow up here, but I did spend a good part of my childhood and adolescence nearby with my grandparents three months out of every year. When I came back to Texas, I deliberately chose this area because it held the happiest memories for me and I wanted my children to have some of that same magic. I am most proud of myself for staking out our claim in a place where my kids can grow their own wonderful memories.