Hallowed Ground

It’s a bit alarming to have people so close that they are above and to both sides of us, after being isolated for three years on a mountainside.

Our cave of a slanted, cobbled-together 1950’s mobile home once-trailer is being replaced by a level-on-solid-ground one bedroom apartment without delayed maintenance issues.

(I get half of the large living room for my space -thus the needed privacy panels. And luckily I have ear plugs on, so the neighbors’ infiltrating sounds are slightly distanced.

This has got to be better than having lived in the motel room weekly for the last several months – and the caliber of people here have healthier lifestyles.

I don’t think we’ll be exposed to extreme drug and alcohol use, nor other people’s desperation and homeless disrepair.

I am grateful for this – though the the sudden banging noises they make as they prepare to go and then leave jolt me!