A Resignation Letter
I Ada am resigning from the basement life. It's been two years, but we always knew this day was coming, I no longer want to enter the dark dungeon I called my home, I no longer want to turn on every light in my house just so I can see where I need to sit. I no longer want to let my dog out to the front yar, so he can be tied up to the front railing, I would like him to have a yard; he can roam freely chasing after birds and digging up the yard. It's been great for the first few years of marriage, but basement you have caused me to be sick on too many occasions, the radon and carbon levels are too high and it's best that we part ways. My health is more important than your well being of a basement suite. You have kept me in the dark away from the vitamin D that I deserve. It's cold in our bedroom and I am tired of freezing in the night before my husband joins me in bed, and using my electric blanket. I ma tired of looking outside the window and seeing car tires and the wall of another house. It feels so empty and hollow even though my photos are up on the walls along with his guitars and yet it feels so empty. The walls feel cold int he mid-winter. I am resigning because I don't like going down the stairs to get home, I don't like that my rent keeps going up when you basement suite have not changed a bit. I am now graduating up to a main floor, where I can walk up to the front door, where I do not feel self-conscious inviting a friend over for movie night.
