As promised, I have roared this year.
I confronted my landlord, my reason for wakeful nights and a slew of issues that go along with not sleeping. After getting woken up and pacing in my place for about 25 minutes the other night, I put on a hat and coat and headed up for a chat. Okay, that sounds quieter than it was. I probably woke up a neighbor, and they probably thought, ‘Way to go her!’
My landlord was very nice and apologetic and very drunk. I was very, very mad and full of adrenaline. Overall, it went better than I expected. He and his friends may have bashed me after I left, but oh well.
I need my sleep. I pay for a place to sleep. I cannot function without it.
In the last week, I have cut myself while cooking, found cheese stored not in the fridge, and run a red light. I know I’m hard on myself, but that’s not like me. I have also started stuttering since living here. I don’t stutter!
I know living here is temporary. Everything is. As I have felt since the third day I lived here, I look forward to moving on to a better apartment. This situation sucks. Great neighborhood, great neighbors, great location, mismatched landlord. He’s unique, and I have never found myself in a situation like this, and I hope never to find one like it again.
On a positive note, I have proved to myself and my son and my friends that I have the nerve to confront people and say what I need to say. I have also learned how important constant communication is in every relationship.