This blog is late coming out, it had gotten lost among others, but here it is:
Just when I thought, “I could live here forever”, the other shoe drops in a sense. Living with another person, especially when it is their home, in their space and you are only the “renter”, can give you a feeling of powerlessness.
I never knew how tidy, organized and clean I was compared to others, not to say I am perfect in anyway because I am not!
I wash my dishes daily, but seemed to find dirty plates, silverware, pots and pans in the sink, left by others is annoying. Then the hanging clothes in the living room for days drying, I felt as if I was living in a barrio or vecindad, how about bowls randomly left on the sofa or floor, because that is where the dog left it after being allowed to lick it clean? Would that bother you? Or am I being picky? I could go on with example after example, but what for, why dwell.
In the end it was a great experience for many reasons, I am truly thankful and grateful and so incredibly blessed I can move forward, and know beyond a reasonable doubt that I will be better off living by myself for now.
♓️ Thankful, Grateful & Blessed!