Stand up and say HELL YA!!

Stand up for Yourself
Introduction: My first blog.
I knew I would have to rent for a while until I found out where I should be. In my situation I went from a
“HOME OWNER” to a “BASEMENT SUTE DWELLER”.
But know when to make peace ...then shut up again....know when to walk away...know when to run.
Currently I am renting a basement suite with my 16 year old daughter. We have lived here for the last 6 months with 3 small children...running, jumping and screaming above us. Then there’s the Parents...YELLING at each other!! Oh did I mention my mail is delivered to their mailbox and I don’t have a key? My mail is ALWAYS LATE!!! Christmas cards delivered Dec 30th, mail is shoved under my door, bills are late...but I put up with this. I didn’t want to be the new bitch in town demanding my mail, nor did I want to call and complain when I am awoken, from my peaceful slumber from the dead, at 7am after a night of sipping wine with my laptop from my dark coloured water bottle so my 16 year does not know how much alcohol I consume. But...I was.
Shortly after I moved in I was told from “THE UPSTARIS DWELLERS” that if I needed to plug in my car, the outlet was located, unfortunately, right outside their front door. Normally though, I park in the rear...I guess “plug in parking stall” needs to be redefined in rental agreements. As most of you know it has been FREAKING cold here in Alberta for the month of December and I therefore have been plugging in for the entire 6months that I have lived in the basement dwelling. So when it finally warmed up, I knew it was timw to start shovelling snow in the back in the hopes that I could one day park in my actual spot.
Last Friday my daughter gave me a message from the LANDLORD asking me to call her. So I phone first thing Saturday morning and all she wanted was to relay a message/complaint from the “UPSTAIRS DWELLERS” : I was to park in the back...which, by the way I was doing. So I told her that I have, and that is why I spent all last weekend shovelling and she replied, “UPSTAIRS DWELLER came home and couldn’t find a parking spot" I felt like calling...BULLSHIT!! Instead I adjuted with a smile.

So...I am packing once again. I am moving. Which, of course initiated yet another complaint from the UPSTAIRS DWELLERS because off the packing noise.
My point is this: Sometimes in life we are forced to step back and yes it feels BAD and it can be very hard to adjust. I have had to make some large sacrifices...No more dishwasher! No more beautiful country side to look out at over a great cup of coffee, instead I look up to blinds and the hopes of a sunney sky. I have adjusted. And did I lose some material stuff? Hell yes! But have I resurrected myself from a life that I was living but was never really alive? Hell yes!