Back to the old house

I can't believe I am moving again. I never felt like I really got unpacked and settled into this place, and now I am about to begin the arduous task of packing it all up again. The circumstances under which I took this apartment were tragic...and I'll be glad to leave the memory and all of the bad energy of it behind me. I'm at peace with the fact that at the very least, I have come to a point in my life where I am willing to ask for help from those who will give it to me — my family. It's not ideal, the situation I have found myself in, but I'm at peace with it. Recovery takes time, and the comfort of home is good medicine for my spirit right about now. Fixing up the old house, and the people who live inside of it, will be my new project.