It’s crazy. I’ve been in Reno for almost a week now, and every night I’ve been out like a light the minute my little head (OK, maybe it’s not so little. People have been known to call me big head : (  ) hits the pillow. At home, I haven’t had a unmedicated restful night in almost a year.

I live at the beach. What could be more peaceful than that? Yet, I each night I struggle to fall asleep. I’ve tried so many different things to make me reach a peaceful slumber, and nothing has worked besides sleeping pills.

It must be my apartment. Last week as I was packing up to prepare to come to Reno for the editing program I am currently in, I found out that special deal I unawaringly received on my place was an unsettling aura brought on my a murder the month before I moved in. This is the only thing explanation I can come up with to explain my nightly troubles with falling asleep. (Well, I’ve actually collected a few throughout the months, but this one’s the only consistent one.)

So, I shall enjoy the next five weeks of good sleep that come my way, and prepare my exit from my apartment when I return. I am currently looking into Virginia apartment leasing laws to see if any laws have been broken in me moving into my apartment without information about the apartment’s history being disclosed to me and in the manager lying to me when he told me they “accidentally” installed new carpeting in my apartment.

If anyone has any insight into this, let me know.