It’s over!

Would you believe that this was the end of a 3+ month stay, that was originally supposed to last 2 weeks or so? It’s not entirely his fault…trust me…there were many reasons why the stay lasted as long as it did (job stringing him along, then not happening was the big one). Just the same, I feel relieved to have my home back.

This is a big house, for me, anyway. I have three levels, each of which is larger than my old condo. This was *not* a space issue, but rather a lifestyle issue. He’s messy, like a total clutterbug. I’m not a neat freak (I write as I see the dust behind my monitor), but I like a sense of organization. If he’d kept his stuff to the “guest quarters” (finished basement, complete with its own living room, bed, and bath), that part wouldn’t be an issue, but somehow, his stuff just spreads out. Ack!

The bigger problem was mentality. He’s cynical and unhappy about life in general. While this cynicism can lead to many shared laughs at society’s expense (I’ve got a dark humor streak myself), it’s exhausting when the commentaries are constant…like a knack for finding faults without suggesting solutions. I’m relieved to now just have to bring myself up from my own energetic lags rather than fighting off someone else’s.

Ahhhhhhhh.

Oh, one final thing: I’m likely to start writing MUCH more often now.