I have slept six nights in my lovely new home; slept peacefully and well (once we stopped the compressor below my bedroom window running half the night.) I am so content here. My landlords/roommates are a delight. They took me out to dinner on Thursday, and we got to know each other a little better. We’re a great fit.
But … it suddenly seems I will not be spending a lot of time in my haven over the next 2 months. J has taken a job out of town, and I’m going to be L’s primary caregiver in his absence (starting mid next week). So, just days after moving in, I’m mentally preparing to go back to the marital home.
I’m far from thrilled, but I know it’s in all our best interests. J needs the gig, I need him to be able to pay the taxes in April, and L needs a parent. It’s just till early April, and I’ll surely have SOME nights when I can come back here to my treehouse to sleep.
But for now, I still have four more nights here….