What are you in for?

The move from the former marital home to the new single mom apartment feels like moving to a half way house.  It seems a requisite step for many of us SMs, and I get why they are here, but I wonder about other residents.  Our little apartment complex is like a small town, 400 units, over a thousand residents.  It's nice for an apartment.  Luxurious with its wood floors, crown molding and high ceilings.  I even have a garden bathtub and valet trash service.

Still I find myself wanting to ask...  What are you in for?  Divorce?  Bankruptcy?  The hell of it?  I am sure there are some nomads, some newlyweds, some roommates, but as nice as it is here, I wouldn't choose it for married life.

Maybe what I should ask myself is...  Why not?  There is little to worry about in an apartment.  The walls here are thick, and while I can hear my upstairs neighbors walking around, I can't hear them talking.  It's little kid heaven around here, an enclosed neighborhood brimming with other little kids, all the adults keeping a watchful eye on them, a dog park, a duck pond.  A fitness trail.  No need to change dirty attic filters or worry about roach problems.  Need a light bulb changed?  If you can't be bothered, you can put in a work order via the smart phone app. 

Maybe what I should do is treat this like a temporary spa retreat.  I will roll in the grass with my kids.  I will purge our belongings over and over again until what we have is pared to what we need.  I will purge my soul of the blackening grief until the guilt storms calm.  I will cover my fly-aways with a wide brimmed floppy sun hat and go to the pool in a ridiculous cover-up (hey, both of my parents have had melanoma after all).   Note to self: check to see if they allow mimosas at the pool.  If not, consider investing in a closed cup, because you fearless reader won't tell, will you?  I will enjoy every minute, every second of my own personal heavenly halfway house.  I have never been so glad I upped the financial ante for a little luxury.  Not a hard choice when it's still a significant price break from the house/dump from whence I came.

Hey, at least there aren't any holes under my bed here.