I think i needed to do this for a long time but chose to find excuses.
So anyways, my new place is treating me well and feel safe. Living in guragon for 4 months made me go a little nuts i think. I would sleep with a iron rod next to me, jump at the slightest sound and never dream of leaving the house after 8.30pm. Missed my folks a lot for a first time in life. I've lived away from my family for more than half my life so I never thought it was going to be a problem. But i was wrong.
The house.
Two bed rooms, two bathrooms, two balconies, drawing, dining, kitchen. And me! Lost inside it. Had a horrible entrance. Something about it was errie. Not that there weren't people around but that dead calm around it was sickening. Got me bad luck, made me stressed out and irritated. I went from being a happy/mad person to an insecure/scared person.......hated it.
Then my landlord wanted to sell the house! yipee good for him, making money. But the decision to move back to civilization was simultaneous and Lama Devi (okay don't get impatient. I will reveal her identity at some point) came to the rescue. Now I live on the top floor of their house and feel safe ie - sleep for atleast 7 hours each night. Settling in still and getting my brain back in order.