I found a place to call home

Whew, what a load off my mind. In small towns like this one it's rather easy if people know you and you haven't sullied your name. I actually went to a friends house and we poured some drinks and made a toast to new beginnings and a fresh start. Life can be as sweet as it is sour at times. My current landlord just got out of detox and seems to have a good mindset. Now she has the big fight. Getting her child back. Seems when you have too many domestic calls to your home and there is a young child involved, Child Protective Services gets involved. They came one day and chatted. The next thing we know they came the next day and removed the child from the home and placed her with her maternal grandparents. Now she is in foster care. The court hearings start this week. The gloves are off. Father against daughter and son-in-law. The dirty laundry will be aired. I lived this in my twenties and to see it replayed again is horrific. The only problem I have with moving is that Rocco is going to have to stay with J. Every single place I looked at would ask the breed of my dog and once they saw Rottweiler they said no. Rocco has spent the weekend with J and is comfortable there and I can go see him whenever I want. Yes, I am weird. I have been talking sweet nothings to my dog and reassuring him that all is well. J is the one who brought him up here 5 months ago and he loves the dog too. So I have tried to make the best of the situation and think that I have done a good job. I am a fixer of problems but have grown weary. I am making plans to take some college courses and that is very exciting. This is the year that I am going to take life and expand every horizon. Why not? We only go round this globe once...so I don't want to waste the trip. Peace!