I am blown away by all your comments, responses, votes & emails regarding my move to the Little House in the great hood. Thank you all so much. I mean it...one of the hardest parts about being a single parent is that I am the only one who makes the decisions, the everyday ones and the big ones. It's overwhelming sometimes, so I really, really appreciate all your input.
I have decided, after going back and forth tape measuring, list making, nail chewing and hair twisting that I'm going to have to wait and see if the universe comes up with something more suitable for us. I still feel like I'm making a mistake, but I have so much on my plate right now....trying to get my new (used) car on the road, finding full-time work and tons of dental work.
I think I need to prioritize in the right order or my head might explode.
If the kitchen had an actual stove/oven I could do it. But I cook and bake too much, and I have no tolerance for microwaves and creepy frozen dinners that are ready in 60seconds. I cook daily with with real herbs and ingredients as close to their natural state as possible. I bake often and from scratch. As much as I want so badly to rent this little house with the back patio, the backyard, and in the perfect hood for my daughter, I had to turn it down. I even asked the landlord if he could wire the place for a stove, but he said no, not with the amount of tenants willing to rent who will just eat at McDonald's every day.
So yeah, bummer. Good-bye to the idea of living in an actual house with our own back yard, and cheaper rent. (I still can't believe I'm giving it up), but alas, I have all summer to find a suitable apartment in the vicinity of hatchling's highschool, so I guess I'll just have to keep my eyes and ears open. I love our apartment here, and my awesome landlord. I wish I could just move this apartment to our ideal location, but life doesn't work that way, especially my life.
So for now we'll put up with the crazy teens who hang out in the park across the street, the distinct smell of weed wafting through our open windows at night, the yelling and swearing and fighting and smashing of beer bottles that makes my hatchling afraid to go out alone after dark.
We have to move - that's a given. I cannot expect my hatchling to carry her backpack through the freezing cold temperatures of our winters for an hour's walk to and from school.
We've faced bigger challenges...we'll work it out.
Thanks again bloggers...you guys ROCK!!!
peace & priorities
