Facing the biggest challenge yet

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What is the biggest challenge you will face in the next six months?

Daily Writing Prompt

I’ve thought the biggest challenge I have in my life is finding a job. But then life turns it around, and then you realise it isn’t. I don’t know if the challenge will take 6 months, though. I hope it will be quicker. Since my dad died, I had to think things through. I thought my dad would still be around, but that wasn’t his faith. I’ve decided to live in my dad’s place, or it was my childhood home. I already own part of it. The challenge is how and when I will get my flat sold. The selling is not the problem; it’s the cleaning of the place. My place is more manageable to empty because I don’t have many things. Or so I thought. I might not have much furniture, but it’s all the other stuff. Maybe I should get two more pairs of hands to help me, but it’s embarrassing (the state the flat is in), and I don’t want people to touch my stuff. So now I have two flats, but I can’t afford both. The sooner I get my flat in order, the better. That’s the biggest challenge I must face. The other is the job thing because I need to get money somewhere. But I hope none will take six months because that’s too long.

You must take one step at a time, and things will eventually be solved. If you put up your hands and surrender, things won’t change. If you rush things, it will only become a mess, and then you get stressed. Life is full of different challenges, and you learn from them. It also makes a person stronger, and you learn how to handle the pressure of life.

Bloganuary: I love my home but

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My home is in an ideal spot. I have a nice view, and it’s close to everything. I love my home, but the neighbours irritate me, like the one downstairs. She’s a smoker, and sometimes she has friends over. They can be on the balcony at 5 am and keep talking. It’s not nice at all. You can hear them speak out loud in the middle of the night. It’s not only downstairs. It’s in other flats too. Like one wasn’t enough. It feels like the walls are thin, but I think it’s the volume of their voice. At least it’s not all the time, though.

I have lived in my flat since 2005. My mother owned it, and I inherited it from her when she died. It’s nice to own a place of your own. It’s a very adult thing to have. I probably would live on rent if my mother hadn’t owned it. I don’t know if I’m gonna move any time soon. It’s for the view that I live for. Sometimes you can see a beautiful sky. The photos below are the view from my living room. It was taken early in the morning in 2015. The one on the left side was taken in May, and the one on the right, in April.

You can see the view better in the 2nd photo. There are no tall buildings in the way, which makes the view to die for. I don’t know where I could find a view like that close to the downtown area. I have no reason to move anyway.