June Gloom

I planted a little garden, which had just started to sprout little wildflowers, beans and flowering squash. My first tomatoes popped up. I hung pictures.
I did countless little things you do when you make a place feel like home. (Hell, I even got a little bored with it all at times.)

Then, I got a little letter in my mailbox. A little letter from my neighbor, stating that me living and having guests visit was not mellow enough for my little bungalow. (I could get into the messy details, but I'll spare you.)

And so I sunk deeper into the bungalow. I was very, very quiet. I canceled guests. I bought blinds and closed them tight. I tried to, literally, not make a peep.

But, I was faced with a tough decision when I was shooting the first episode of the cooking show 2 weeks ago: Use a really dark and foreboding kitchen, or use the one in the bungalow. I've been hoping and praying for the cooking show to succeed for so long now, that I had to take a chance. Sure, there would be people in my bungalow, working. But it would be during the day, I'd tell the neighbors, and we'd be working on a KIDS COOKING SHOW! Surely they would understand?

Well, I guess that is considered making a peep. I've been told to vacate my little bungalow.
Ouch.
Damn.
Sigh.
Sniffle and sigh... again.

What I found out was this: the bungalow is actually an illegal rental. The landlords actually don't want anyone in it that is actually going to have a life. I, as I hope you know by now, enjoy living. I enjoy friends, fires in the backyard, open windows, laughing, cooking, playing with Dungee and opening my home to anyone that wants to come visit. It wasn't that long ago I didn't have a home, so I sure like to host folks.

I've been having a hard time with this. A really hard time. I know that finding a new place to live isn't such a big problem in the larger scheme of things, but is there a bigger message behind this? I can't help but wonder... why is it so damn hard for me to get a foothold on this place? Am I not meant to be here? How hard do you fight? Where do I move next? Down the street? Up the coast? To Peru? What's the dog vaccination/quarantine policy in Australia these days?

As you can tell, I'm a bit distressed and confused by it all.

So, in between looking forelornly at my blossoming garden I am trying to edit the first episode of the cooking show, find a new place to live, and keep work coming in, so I can afford to do something about this entire thing.

It's a little gray and foggy in my world right now and I am hoping that one day, soon, I can find a home. A real one.