‘I was supposed to go to the neighborhood gym, I wound up running for my life’

I may not have any relatives, but kid, oh boy, am I ever rich in love! So grateful to have a delighted ending to my story. (Still awaiting my big love!).

When more, I loaded my bags, and wound up living in a friends mobile house, also situated in Dunsmuir. She too, had actually lost her home in the Camp Fire. A number of months ago, she broke the news to me that she and her fiancée were going to vacate state, which she was putting her home up for sale.

Well, that world got turned upside down, and it took 2 months shy of 2 years to get it righted. Throughout that period, which seemed perpetual, I moved 6 times. Walnut Creek with ex-in-laws, living with an elderly woman with dementia, and ending up with dear pals with whom I planned to invest one night, but wound up remaining for 3 weeks due to having actually contracted severe anemia.

Swimming in natural bodies of water is my happiness, and June through September I was extremely euphoric! Life was quite perfect. I did want a romantic relationship, however I was in acceptance of my single status, and was at peace with myself and the world.

This year has been fraught with lots of challenges, nationwide, worldwide, and personally, I am finding myself centered in my heart, grateful for my new house, grateful for my practically 10 years of sobriety, and surrounded by my family of choice.

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The wildfire in Paradise, CaliforniaI was expected to go to the community gym I had actually just joined, to get my free one hour session with an individual trainer. Rather, I end up running for my life. It was the morning of November 8, 2018, the day my cherished town of Paradise burned to the ground.

Throughout my 67 years, I had moved countless times. I resided in the 4 corners of our nation, from NYC to Florida, and finally California, initially the San Fernando Valley, next the Bay Area, and ultimately the lovely town of Paradise, nestled in the Sierra foothills.

I felt comfortable at last, having returned from my 2nd time living in Florida, where I moved after a divorce.

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Oh no, not once again! As constantly, my greater power was on the task, and I received a call from the supervisor of the subsidized senior real estate complex in Mt. Shasta.

I had actually applied for a one bed room, and there was a wait of 1-2 years, I was asked if I would be interested in a studio house, and the rest is history. I have been happily ensconced here for 3 months, and have actually never felt such blessed relief in my life!

The wildfire in Paradise, CaliforniaI was supposed to go to the area health club I had actually just joined, to get my complimentary one hour session with an individual trainer. It was the morning of November 8, 2018, the day my precious town of Paradise burned to the ground.

The wildfire in Paradise, CaliforniaAfter a healthcare facility stay and transfusions, I headed up to the historical town of Dunsmuir, where I lived at the Hotel Dunsmuir, owned by a former employer. I got free accommodations in exchange for part-time workplace work. After living there for a year, I was asked to move, as the hotel was undergoing restorations.

Walnut Creek with ex-in-laws, living with a senior lady with dementia, and winding up with dear buddies with whom I prepared to invest one night, but wound up remaining for 3 weeks due to having actually contracted acute anemia.

Today I keep an eye out my window and am welcomed with a view of trees, hills, birds, snow-capped Mt. Eddy, and a large expanse of sky. Found in my backyard is Mount Shasta, over 14,000 feet of snow white magical majesty. I have actually cultivated a brand-new set of local pals, in addition to my old ones, with whom I correspond with regularly.

I was working as a massage and a caretaker therapist, had lots of pals, a wonderful 2 bed room apartment, which I showed my cat, Angel. I belonged to a fantastic, close-knit 12-step neighborhood, and invested my summer seasons swimming at One Mile, a big in-ground swimming pool situated in resplendent Bidwell Park, which was fed by Chico Creek.

The wildfire in Paradise, CaliforniaAfter a health center stay and transfusions, I headed up to the historical town of Dunsmuir, where I lived at the Hotel Dunsmuir, owned by a former company. I have cultivated a brand-new set of local buddies, in addition to my old ones, with whom I keep in touch with on a regular basis.

The author, Rona MacySome of my dearest have also relocated, so I should make do with call, texts, and Facebook to keep our connections alive. I miss our individual contact more than words can state, but this is not an ideal world, and if theres one thing Ive found out over the years, it is that a mindset of thankfulness will get me over the highest hill.

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