Aversion has no place if you truly want to be happy. And I was all about getting what I wanted.It all started on a rather hot summer day. My husband and I decided we needed to rent out a room in our house to someone in order to make ends meet. I was initially opposed to the idea, because I would have to give up my little reading nook I spent countless hours in to escape reality.It was either lose the nook or lose the house—and I’d be damned if I lost my dream home.After interviewing the sixth loser that responded to our ad, I was about to throw in the towel. I was not willing to share our home with some punk off the streets who thought a bar of soap was a luxury, thankyouverymuch.“Don’t worry. We’ll find someone perfect,” Nick said, patting my hand and trying to console my nerves as the sixth person climbed in his beat-up car and puttered away, leaving a string of exhaust fumes in his wake. I just rolled my eyes at Nick’s optimism.It’s not that I’m against a young person trying to save a few dollars and make their way in this world, and I especially didn’t mind someone who had to scrimp on the luxuries to afford necessities, but I didn’t want my home destroyed by a band of punks all because we were hard up.The last interview of the day was due to arrive any moment and I was actually nervous at the possibility that this would be another hell-no situation.I heard the motorcycle before I saw it pull into the driveway through our living room window.
