Rent bogusness, waves of changes, transition and battle scars
My apartment complex jacked up their rental prices, so to avoid paying an enomormous amount especially during the holidays and work through all the crazy, I chose move out by Dec 1st. Little did I know, that meant, a day of rallying, packing, two injured knees, a busted chin, crying, packing, hauling, moving, and working with my parents and two friends to get stuff out. I had so much mixed emotions. I had been with Hazel Ranch 4 years and got so used to my routines and plans, and living close to work and my friends. It was a world I took for granted especially being close to FOPC church. Yesterday I went through it all in a span of 24hrs and today I still feel it. I feel the change of living in a bedroom rather than a whole space to myself. Most of my neighbors on my group end were awesome. One person on the other side of the 300s was my only sadness, she was mean to me and talked smack and I could hear it through the wall. I did have a lot of sleepless nights and there was a lot to ...