One year ago, we moved into our current residence. At that time, we had just bought the place and had no idea what we had gotten ourselves into. For that is when the saga of nude dancer began. All the tenants have since changed and where last year dread and anguish filled my days, today I find living here very relaxing and comfortable. But I don't need to tell you. It's all laid out in the posts from the last year. I'll take a moment to gather those posts. Moment wasn't really the right word. Hour was more the right word. But here the most important ones are. It's funny because reading them, I sound so much more together than I felt at the time. Those months were swirly months, insomnia months, pushing through my boundaries months. I dedicated 17 posts to the topic, and sprinkled other tidbits in others. Here are the dedicated posts:
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I'm so glad he and all the others are out of our lives. Yesterday, 5 of our 7 tenants stopped by to pay their rent. This is the way it's supposed to be. The other two tenants always pay on the first. Which is today. I feel pretty good that we've been able to turn this place around, and filled it with respectful, responsible people. I don't think I would appreciate it as much as I do if I hadn't gone through the miserable experience of getting all the deadbeats out. And for that, I'm truly grateful.