We've given up the house. We can't afford the nearly $1700 a month it was costing us. Plus taxes, plus water, plus sewer, plus trash removal, plus, plus, plus, the fucking thing is a money pit, with a leaky roof and sills that need replacing (oh, and that's not a cheap fix, lemme tell ya) plus the leaking cellar that needs a trench or something bored into the concrete floor and then run off somewhere, plus, plus, plus. I felt like I was drowning. No wonder I couldn't sleep.
We've found an apartment, in the city next to our town. It is 50 times nicer (and about 500 sq. feet bigger) than our house. It's a duplex. It has a kitchen, with a pantry (swoon!), a dining room with a built-in china cabinet and a living room. Upstairs, there are three big bedrooms. On the third (third!) floor, there is a full, walk-up attic that the landlady said we could turn into a bedroom or an office or just use for storage. There are hardwood floors throughout the entire house, including the kitchen. There is a big three season porch off the kitchen and a full cellar (that's dry) with washer and dryer hookups. There's a garage! There's a fenced-in back yard with a clothesline. There are brand new replacement windows and a new heating system. We can keep our dog and our cat. And it's half of what we're paying for a mortgage right now. Half.
I feel like a two ton boulder has been lifted off my shoulders. Last night I slept well for the first time in months.
But just because life likes to fuck with me and I can't have anything good happen without an equal and opposite reaction, today I got on the scale and I'd lost 8 pounds. Yay, right? But I also noticed that I was peeing. All the time. And I was thirsty (although I'm on medication that makes your mouth dry). But the peeing thing. That was new. I kept forgetting to dig out one of O's 87 meters until about 2-1/2 hours after a carb-laden dinner of pasta and garlic bread. My blood sugar was 141. I'll do a fasting check tomorrow morning and keep an eye on it and call my GP if things are looking wacky. It's entirely possible that I have it - my dad has it and god knows, I need to lose weight. O is going to laugh her ass off at me if I have diabetes too.