Sucky People, Rabid Racoons, and Spells

We’re moving to a new house, which will be better in the long run but right now feels like I just drank a gallon of caustic battery acid and am now doing the tango with a rabid raccoon who keeps snapping for the jugular every time I move in close.

Raccoons are pesky like that.

We weren’t planning on moving for the next seventeen months. In fact, it was so off the radar that we were utterly blindsided, leaving us in an emotional tangle of instability and unease. I’m a Taurus. I don’t like change. I especially don’t like change when it leaves me feeling ungrounded, unsettled, and insecure. I really, REALLY don’t like change when it’s brought on by a….what’s the word? Asshat? Yeah, let’s go with asshat... 

I really, REALLY don’t like change when it’s brought on by an asshat who has no common decency or basic understanding that he lives in a duplex, and duplexes have neighbors. Who like to sleep. At night. Without the soothing thump-thump-thud of my vital organs jiggling to the vibrational equivalent of a freight train passing through my living room.

Trust me, he’s THAT much of a douche. Let me explain. 

It all began the morning of New Year’s Eve 2016, which actually started very well. My husband and I both got a good night’s sleep. We were very optimistic to begin our last full year here in New Mexico. Which, if you haven’t seen me discuss this on the blog, is not my favorite place to live. “Favorite” being a euphemism for the last place in America I would ever choose to live.

Forgive my candidness, I’m sleep-deprived.

But since my husband is contractually obligated to his job until mid 2018, here in the desert we be. So we both rolled out of bed, refreshed and eager to ring in the New Year with a Cops marathon and some freshly cut veggies. We party hard like that. 

All was going well until we found a gutted and decapitated rabbit on our back patio roughly thirteen and a half minutes after we awoke. Now, I love a pile of guts as much as the next animal-loving gal, but I couldn’t help but feel this was 2016’s one final “Hey! Go F yourself!” of the year.

…I mean, the year STARTED with my head in a toilet. And not because I partied hard on NYE 2015 with more freshly cut veggies. No, I begin 2016 with the stomach flu. Throw in the unexpected death of a very close family member that brought me to my proverbial knees and it’s been a hell of a year.

Then 2016 ended in mercury retrograde, a final “bite me” to the world if you ask me! ;) So the new neighbor that had moved into the duplex (not 24 hours before said deceased lagomorph found its sad demise on my back patio) turned out to be the most incorrigible person I’ve encountered in some time. 

After 72 hours of window-rattling bass, and zero compassion or compromise from the bastard, we realized we had no choice but to move. If this sounds drastic to you, imagine living INSIDE a techno club that’s located within a movie theater that’s filled with Monster-swilling jerks who slam the door in your husband’s face after he politely asks for the floor-vibrating thrash music to be turned down.

…at 1 AM. Because we’re just uptight like that. 

I'd like to reiterate that I’m all for seeing the positive. 2016 was by far a rough year, one that will be remembered as such. Rightly so. But it wasn’t all bad. I launched this blog, which has given me so much peace and grounding and wonderful, MUCH appreciated warm reception from you fantastic readers! Truly, it’s been a huge blessing. And normally I can handle quite a bit. Generally as long as I have my family, a house, and we’re not starving, I’m doing fine.

Well, that stuff and books. Everyone should have endless books.

But one thing I can’t tolerate is a complete lack of consideration and human decency. In my own home. Because he may be on the other side of a wall, but I hear everything. So it’s like an extended roommate. We have to have consideration for one another. Hence why my husband doesn’t play drums at two in the morning. We’ve lived here three years. We never had an issue with the family that lived there prior. Our new situation was abundantly clear: we could live in an extremely uncomfortable environment wherein we'd soon know the cops on a first name basis, or we could move.

Again, this may sound extreme and preemptive. And normally I'm not so easily swayed by others' actions. But I've found in my life that the Universe has a way of gently nudging you towards a better path. And sometimes, when said Taurus is too stubborn to change, the Universe will force your ass into gear whether you like the transition or not. While the dude next door is a tool, I also believe he's a catalyst for a change I wasn't otherwise willing to undertake. As I said, we have seventeen months left at this location. I wouldn't have moved unless I was forced to. Yet as we began the process of looking for a new home, things came together suspiciously quickly. 

The first rental we looked at sat on two quiet acres in the desert—all the better for writing. The home was in our price range. The first night we went hunting for moving boxes we found a house just two streets over who set out an entire load of pristine professional moving boxes complete with all the wrapping we would need. So, despite my hesitance and maaaaaybe a meltdown or two, I couldn't deny the signs that were being presented to me:

This was for the better. Even if it didn't feel like it presently. 

Change is uncomfortable. Even change for the good can feel like a pelvic exam with a cold speculum. Especially when you weren't expecting it. But I also believe everything happens for a reason. In the innate benevolence of the Universe, I trust.

And that, my friends, is the story of how we found ourselves moving. With a mere three weeks to pack an entire house, mentally and physically plan for a major life change, and clean a two-story duplex from top to bottom.

Doesn’t exactly leave me a whole lot of time for writing. Or reading. That bastard. *Waves fist at shared wall*

So while we settle into our new home, please enjoy the top five posts from 2016 (in no particular order). And if you haven’t scored yourself a copy of my FREE e-book, The Spells of 2016, you can do so by signing up for my newsletter at the top right side of the screen.

I hope you all have a wonderful 2017! May the future mercurial retrogrades be ever in your favor. ;)

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  1. I hate moving (I'm Libra btw), but your new neighbors sound terrible. Even I would move under those conditions. I hope your new place is awesome, despite still being in the last place you want to live, lol. You never know, it might be more spectacular than you ever dared imagine, especially since the All clearly wants you to be there. Wishing you good fortune <3 (& for good measure \_/ live long & prosper)

    1. Thank you so much for your kind words! Truly, they mean a lot to me. The last few weeks have been very draining, so your considerate words feel nourishing to the soul! ♥♥

      Good fortune, good health, and loads of happiness right back at you! =D

  2. Since pagans (I'm still learning) are supposed to be down to earth (literally) and passive (was in the Army for 8 years and took 4 years of Judo in college - I have a different definition), why not leave your neighbor with something a kitchen witch would make in her hearth? Nothing to make him ill, but at least help the new people moving in to your place? If the landlords are aware that they can't keep your old space occupied because of the jacka**, they may change things for the better. I believe that things happen for a reason, a project you've been putting off for years that will take a week suddenly comes full force and gets done in a day. My girlfriend and I moved our house into the mountains because the owner of the MH park decided to sell the land our, and 14 other homes, are on without telling anyone. A year after purchase, we had to move everything. My 7 mile commute became 68 miles one way and we had to do some major construction, as 3 inch outside walls don't give much protection when it's 13 degrees outside. Seven years later, we are still "remodeling". Your old place was probably sucking up the good energy you've created and built, with the bad seeping in through the walls you feel shaking. I also believe that Karma is a vengeful b**** and your neighbor will get his due. The desert isn't so bad, specially with 2 acres of buffer zone. We found 2-1/2 acres of quiet peace when we weren't looking and decided to move before the year was up. With that much space, now you can go outside and commune with nature :D I wish you the best in your new place!

    1. Thank you for your well wishes! Sheesh, 68 miles is quite the commute! I commend you for your dedication, because that's not something most people would endure well! You have serious gumption, my friend! =P

      We did file a (seemingly pointless) complaint with the management company. They are having trouble getting people into houses because they are known in the community for not being very helpful. I'm hoping now that their pockets are being affected they will show better treatment to their current and future tenants.

      As far as the douche next door goes, I'm with you on karma. I'm all for speeding up the process by way of magick if you need to protect yourself or your family. But since we are now in a better situation, I personally don't want to expend anymore energy on a negative situation. You raise an interesting point about the old house sucking up all the good energy we worked so hard to imbue! I never thought of it that way, but that's a very comforting approach to releasing our old home and embracing the new. Thank you for sharing that! =D

      I hope you enjoy your 2 1/2 acres as well! You can never have too much nature! =D Be well! ♥

  3. We have moved every two years since we have been together and I have to say when we bought our house in August 2015, I couldn't have been happier knowing we weren't going any where for a while. We lived in a townhouse for a while and it was awful! The neighbors got a flea problem that bled into our house, infecting both cats. It took months to get rid of the damn fleas. The noise, the lights constantly on, the barking dogs....ugh! I am so thankful we got away from all that. Its tough to move, but the universe has an excellent way of nudging us in the right direction! Good luck with everything! Hopefully 2017 will be much better!

    1. Oh, that must have been so frustrating having your little fur babies affected! I'm fiercly protective of the furry ones! Glad you're happy in your (owned) home! =D

      Yes, here's to 2017 being better for all! It seemed to be a tough year for many.


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