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.

However, you were my first home, the first steps that we took as a married couple, the first time we took our puppy home, where Chester grew up into a dog, the first pees he took in our house. He chased his own tail in circles in our living room and threw toys across the room just so he could chase them. We sat watching movies on Netflix, it's the first time I watched Game of Thrones was in that living room and I watched Friends for the hundredth time in that living room as well. We set up our Ikea furniture in the middle of the hallway. Our mismatched furniture in our living room was fun to find, Our discovery that our house is crooked was frustrating for my husband, but it made me laugh thinking about the house that I grew up in, small and crooked with our furniture leaning to one side.

I am ready for matched furniture and to feel like I have decorated the house. I can fill the house with potted plants until Chester digs them up, I can take plants and flowers and fill the backyard with beauty and color, my dog can run like he never had before while I watch him from the living room. I can look outside and see trees instead of the trunks, everyone who has been here in basement suite tells me "it's not bad" for a basement, but i am tired of the backhanded compliments. So basement suite, I am resigning from living here as I know I can do better. I know what my place can look like and even though this move is bitter sweeet, it will be better for me and better for the future that we are planning together. Thanks for the time we spent here and for the many firsts. We will experience new firsts in the new home.