Two-Year Anniversary


Exactly two years ago today, I moved in to my present place of residence: an apartment located a mile from the very southern edge of downtown Fort Worth.  At the time of my relocation, I lived in a very toxic environment with a former friend.  I was in a bind and needed a place to live, so he offered to rent out one of his bedrooms.  Unbeknownst to me, the situation would only progress further downhill after that.  Overall, it was a nightmarish situation.  By the time I came to live at my new place, I would have gladly taken a cardboard hovel under a bridge somewhere.  However, God stepped in as an answer to prayer at the most perfect time possible.  Not a day goes by that I don't thank God for the apartment and His provision for me.  Another prayer is to stay in this apartment for as long as God chooses for me to live in Fort Worth.  The complex is a six-man unit fixed in between a quiet neighborhood on one side and the gathering ground for hoodlums and illegal aliens on the other.  Thankfully, I have not had any difficulty with the surrounding environmental elements, nor have I experienced theft or destruction of personal property of any kind.  This is another blessing from God Almighty.  When I am home, an oasis meets me as I can relax and truly let my guard down against a city I don't care for.  The feeling is as if I am in a time warp from the world swirling around me...I can become oblivious to what happens beyond the front door of my abode.  What sweet release this is!  As a result, I have very much turned in to a home-body; or maybe that is the result of growing older and seeking transcendence through reading books.  While at home reading, I can get mentally transported to other realms through the adventure of whatever book I am currently reading.  I could go on and on about the apartment I am celebrating today, but you get the idea.  Hopefully I can enjoy living here for many more years to come.

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