To help curb the costs of renting a 3 bedroom house on my own I put out an ad for roommates. And I found them. This was back in October - a young, engaged couple. The rent was cheap and they had their own room. They seemed really cool at first, like younger versions of Phillip and me. But then they got a little too comfortable. They were slobs, and the girl was stuck up and felt like she was entitled to MY things. I had to ask her to stop going in my room, as she was using and taking my things. She acted like it was no big deal and said she'd stop.
Fast forward to a week-and-a-half ago. I had broken the news that I found a house that was cheaper, in another town outside of the city, and that I'd be moving. Wasn't any big deal to me - they owed me $600 in rent and they weren't under any contract. One early morning I approached her about taking things from my room, again, and she attacked me. One black eye, bloody nose and cheek later, I called reinforcements and moved out that day, leaving them with no refrigerator, furniture, or any kitchenware. They refused to leave, saying they had a right to stay there for 30 days. Well, I don't know where they are now, but the landlord reported they moved before he could evict them. You know, I've been beat up once before, and Karma kicked his ass too.
My son is adjusting to his new school and making new friends. He misses the city, but I know he'll adapt to the country life just fine, especially since we're now only 5 minutes away from his grandparents. Phillip is excited about the move and to join us once he returns home. I'm once again surrounded by a host of friends who actually care about us - this is the town I grew up in. Yes, it's small, inconvenient compared to the city life, but it's always been home, and I know what to expect here. Sometimes that's a very good thing.
