All things happen for a reason...

It is said that "all things happen for a reason". I don't pretend to understand why some things happen, but rest in knowing that I am exactly where I'm supposed to be.

That said, I'm back in Dallas. My little "piece of paradise" turned out to not be paradise at all. Well, actually the place was, but it appeared that my landlord wanted more than a tenant.

After rejecting several of his advances and tolerating his retribution, (e.g., piles of dog poo at my front door, my trash can dumped at my back door, demands of an outrageous deposit..after already moving in..."Jenny could no longer be inside", demanding that he STOP peeking in my windows at night and wait until I'm home to come into my house) I called a few friends to help me pack back up (I hadn't fully finished unpacking!) and move back to Dallas. My garden will have to wait.

Life is unfair sometimes.