Tom and I discussed various options we may have in the upcoming months. May doesn’t look likely for getting to Redding, though we should still probably be able to rent a house on the outskirts of town here, maybe even with the same property management. All I know is that while this may be peaceful and heavenly compared to Phoenix, it’s bad enough. It’s nerve-wracking because they’re always there. Always, always the neighbors are there. Right there, and I know they could get noisy or that noisy people could move in to spoil the peace.

You never know – if he finds a better-paying job, and the house we rent in May is suitable enough with sufficient breathing space around it, it may be worth putting up with a few more winters to save up a good amount of money to make the move to Redding more comfortable. I know I’ll get my dream of moving to California someday. If I’ve waited this long, I can wait a little longer. If I never got to Arizona, then I’d assume California was just a dream that could never become a reality. But since I was able to get there, why can’t I get to Cali?

When Tom said we may have to rent a condo in Redding before we find a house, I was like no way! When I think of condos, I think of fancy apartments, but apartments, nonetheless. But then he pointed out, however, that the dividing walls would be thick, and that due to it having an owner’s association, there would probably be fines in order for those who were noisy, and no dogs would be allowed. If that were the case, that’d be fine. The dividing wall here is thick enough too, it’s just that due to the place being elevated, it’s not good for things like bass and running kids, like I said before. However, down there in a warmer climate, most structures would be set right on concrete like in Arizona and there wouldn’t be any crawl spaces or cellars.

To be back in a climate that’s warmer, but not outrageously warm like Arizona, and with trees around for privacy, would really be having my cake and eating it, too! Anyplace but here where I feel like sandwich meat with Bev and those on the other side as the bread!

Romeo visited again yesterday. He pretty much does every day. I just don’t always know it when I’m asleep during his normal visiting hours. All I’ve heard over there lately is the thunk of an occasional utility cabinet, but that’s it so far. Nothing that could wake me up. It’s ok, in just 81 days, she’ll be just a memory. I don’t want to send her any funny mail when we move, as much as the thought amuses me, after what happened in Phoenix. We may be the same color and we may be in Oregon, but we may also run into each other in town if we stay here, despite how seldom she goes out. It would be my shit luck to do so, so she could mention the mail in front of Tom and get him all paranoid. Or she’d run to management about it and they’d call Tom. She’s the type to scare easily, so I wouldn’t want her getting all spooked out and running to the pigs so they can all make a mountain out of a molehill like the freeloaders did, and besides, it’s not like I hate her. She’s just someone who gets on my nerves at times.