Well, it's finally official: As of today, I am FINALLY after having put up with several deaths, losing my dog, combating depression, dealing with neighbors who enjoy rolling around in dog shit and keep trying to break into my back yard repeatedly and having tormenting, sleepless nights, I'm now moved into my new place and I gotta say, it's already a big improvement considering I haven't plunged once into endless despair since I got here (it'll probably happen. Fuck you depression but until it does, YAY! AND FUCK YOU DEPRESSION!)
I'm not just saying that as if to say "I'm making the best of a crap situation", which frankly I did all the time.