April 26-27th was moving day for me.  With the help of my family, we managed to get the furniture and most of the boxes moved in one day until there was nothing left but a couple little boxes and some of my paintings. The next day, that was loaded up in the truck and we spent the rest of the time cleaning the old apartment, which took at least 4 1/2 hours.

Two more days passed. The entire time I've stayed here so far was very peaceful and quiet. No insane sociopathic/bi polar neighbor bringing up men to have sex or fight with them or her screaming, yelling and banging around either. No drunks could be heard yelling from the streets until 2am either. No guy upstairs moving furniture around every 5 minutes. No paranormal activity whatsoever. No more cold or barely warm showers. No more weak toilets backing up. No more getting sick with frequent headaches or cold-like symptoms. last but not least, no more anxiety, dread, or stress. Period.

I also don't have to suffer from depression nearly as much anymore either. I think what I had been dealing with for the past 7 years was situational depression and no matter what I did to make the living situation better, I always felt worse. I also found it nearly impossible to think positively about anything... if I did, it would feel very fake to me as if I'm just lying to myself. It got so bad to the point where I almost didn't want to live anymore and yet something still kept me here...

I'm glad that I managed to hang on for as long as I did and now it's all in the distant past where it belongs. It didn't take me long to begin smiling again and I've been finding a lot of good in little things too. I'm just so incredibly grateful that I finally have a place to truly call home... and I couldn't have done it without Jesus. Without him answering my many prayers, none of this would even be possible.

Here's to a new beginning and I will make another entry linked to a bunch of public pictures soon!