So, interesting day. With the house sold, and my wife and I amicably parting ways, I’ve been on a search for a new place to rest my head.
For me, it’s a tought trek. I was not going to buy a new house after all I’ve been through with this one. I hate apartments; between the noise of adjacent dwellers and lack of community, I feel so isolated and anxious.
The solution is a room in a stable home. I had the once upon a time, when I lived in the Seattle area. Rented a room from a nice family, and between their regularly scheduled lives and my not having to worry about maintinaing a home or annoying apartment neighbors, I found peace. I found a very nice balance between my little side and that of an unanxious, high-functioning adult.
Now that the process has started again, my objective was the same. After checking out a few, I managed to pick one today. Even better, sensing that the wife was a very tolerant type, and had even talked about wanting open and honest renters, I leapt at the opportunity. When I went to put down the deposit, I explained how I have a little side and wanted to be honest in case she came down to the area I’m renting and saw a Mickey-themed bed, plushies, and maybe some padding laying about.
She not only allowed me to still rent, but thought that side of me was very interesting and wasn’t bothered by it at all. I even explained that you might catch sight of me in overalls and I’ll probably have cute posters up. Funny enough, after our talk, we connected even better than before. She even sent me a text this evening saying she was happy I chose to rent from them.
Consider this your ray of hope through the trials and tribulations we all face, on top of the dark days we’ve been struggling with as of late.
(As an aside, this sidesteps an incident I foresaw if I hadn’t said anything: showing up from work, checking my load of little-oriented laundry on the way down to my room, only to find the washer empty. In a panic, I rush downstairs, and see my overalls and plastic pants neatly folded on my bed, with my Care Bear resting on top. Am I the only one who would both be terrified but also die of joy over this happening? Lol)
