Apartment Hunt: Hell With It

Forgot to mention:  I took the Widow Heathcliff’s place two doors down.  There’s a lot of levels on which that’s dispiriting, if only because I simply don’t feel as if I’ve ever succeeded here in Sealand, not in the way I was looking to.  Staying loses me an opportunity to force some change in that.  But honestly:  my neighbors, by and large, like me; Sealand and Fifth Street are safe–  physically safe, I mean, I don’t have to worry about myself or my son getting mugged;  I keep my insanely close proximity to the City of Mists, keep my proximity to Jack in Shadetree, and I don’t have to go berserk under the crushing stress of trying to find a whole new place to live, by myself, under a time limit, on top of working a full-time job, and then paying exorbitant amounts of cash to get everything there.  At the moment, that seems like a win.

And besides:  the new place has a small room that Jack can use as his own bedroom.

And a tub!