I don’t know how to put it in a flattering way, so I’ll go out on a limb here and be real: I am a serial ghoster.
Halloween is coming in hot, but I’m not referring to the two-holes-in-a-sheet type of ghost or the haunted house variety. I’m talking about ghosting, the act of ditching your friends, responsibilities, and life as a whole without warning. Stepping out of everything so fast, it’s spooky.
It’s been a while since I posted on Medium. Long story short, I took 4.5 months away from the internet and from my husband to focus on my recovery. I will write more on the lessons I learned during that time as I process through it.
In the meantime, I am writing for myself and sharing these writings with you. Thank you, dear readers, for your support to this point and beyond ❤
This letter is for the days when the dark clouds your vision. …
When it comes to cheap accommodations for the night, the phrase “too good to be true” is important to keep in mind. For forty bucks a night (or less), you shouldn’t have any high hopes for excellent housekeeping, all-star customer service, or sensational security measures.
You typically get what you pay for in these places — a room for the night with no frills or fuss. I learned that the hard way when my spouse and I needed a place to sleep for a couple of weeks while securing a more permanent living situation.
As we booked a room for less than $60 bucks a night, we felt pretty good. We were shaving a fair chunk off our moving expenses and still enjoying a private space of our own. …