time is the great healer. I am still having trouble sleeping. Last night I had a nightmare. I was talking to D. and I called him
a "sanctimonious bastard." A tad strong. he could never be a bastard. Sanctimonious, well... not even that - more self-righteous. Stubborn. I think I'm harboring a lot of frustration at myself for trying to make a situation work that clearly was not right for me. Hopefully, next time, I won't make these silly mistakes again. I am being tested already with the process of finding a place to live, and making sure that I do not compromise my needs and desires for a break in the rent, or whatever the deal is.
It needs to feel like HOME. Bottom line. checking out all available options and saying no to the ones that immediately feel wrong. In the meantime, I am staying in the lovely Marina with a view of the Golden Gate Bridge...things could be worse! :)
