Divorced the husband and the house.
Renting's relief from responsibility suits me.
Breathed sigh of release (and re-lease).
I just adore a penthouse view.
“Quaint and charming” (primitive and small).
1850’s farmhouse apartment. Quaint, it ain't.
Downstairs tenant is only slightly creepy.
Walls leak, plumbing’s antique, nouveau chic?
Two spigots. No shower. I glower.
Ode to my sink: you stink.
Carpet, carpet everywhere. Ewww, yuck, gross!
Critters, bugs, heat, humidity, indoor camping.
Birds in the walls, nature’s calls.
No pets lease. Apparently, pests allowed.
Bottom line? Living alone. Happy, happy.
Best feature? Silence (the non-treatment variety).
I'm (still!) sixing my new-old digs.