Out my front door

View from the front room of my house

So my drama with my rental house has been an ongoing saga of crap.

I have been without electricity for a few days and I am currently without the ability to take a shower or do dishes because the waste water (not sewer) is leaking into the basement and has left standing water.  It is all on the way to being fixed but because there is no Home Depot here and the hours the hardware store does keep does not include Sundays or heck not even Saturday afternoons, it is a slow process.

This house has been the bain of my existence since I moved.  The landlord is not a nice or even close to honest person, the house is old and riddled with loads of issues that seem to have escaped everyone but me.  Everyday it seems I find something else to add to the list of "things that need to be fixed".

I want to move and by all means I have enough legal grounds to break my lease and go somewhere else. But as the repairs are done and my frustration subsides I remember what is out my front door.

I remember the reasons that eventually lead me to make the move are no longer the lingering issues they once where but most of all I look at the my kids and realize they are happy.

Happy.

My tree in my front yard.

A word that has escaped me for so long.  Life hasn't been good to me in the past few years with few exceptions.  As I battle this house though I am realizing it is my only real battle and I am winning.  Things are being fixed and cleaned and they will work properly.  I am on the winning side of the battles I now am up against rather than feeling like I am constantly sliding backwards.

This house is frustrating and I am sure this battle is not finished by a long shot but I feel like when I step outside my front door, outside the problems at hand I realize the problems I have, from a new perspective, are not problems much at all but merely things that need a new coat a paint or to be tweaked.  These things are part of life.  Anyone's life.

By stepping outside my problems for a minute, by opening my front door and walking outside I can allow myself to take in the beauty that surrounds me and goes unnoticed because I have almost forgot how to see it. I can literally walk to the ocean from my house I just have to cross the street.  I have a wonderful white and pink hydrangea tree in my front yard that is spectacular and my kids think this is the best place on earth and are thriving.

So when I am frustrated about the house and all the problems it has and all the headaches it gives me I need to remember to step out my front door because the world just outside the walls of my problems looks pretty darn good for the first time in a long time.  It's all about perspective