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Plain tired of living in Wasilla, Alaska

Have you ever gotten tired of living in a place you've lived in six years?  Well I have.  Living in these apartments in Wasilla, Alaska really has gotten me down.  Living in Wasilla, Alaska has gotten me down. 

I just need to move on with my life. I know I'll be happier in Boise.  My old bishop told me he'd help me leave Alaska and I've had people offer me airmiles so I can get a ticket out of here.  But now we have a new bishop.  To just get a food order he wanted my life history: how much income I have and expenses.  Said he'd pray about it when I needed "decent" food so badly.

And then a new RS President Beth Wright.  She and her companion came visiting teaching and usual Beth is happy all the time.  Well I could be too if I had her nice new house, health, and the best of everything and a husband and kids that love me. 

She even asked me if I'd be happy in Boise.  Just another condescending Mormon woman who hasn't a clue what it's like to be single in Alaska. 

So tired of the patronizing and the condescension.  I don't know if it will be any better in Boise than living in Alaska but I do know this: The Lord doesn't lie.  He's not happy with inequality in the church.  When a bishop tells you Christ wants all this information I can't believe that to be true at all.  Christ helped "everybody."  Especially the poor and the sick and the widows.  And I'm sure he'd help the single women too.

No, to tell you the truth I believe alot of people in Alaska are so puffed up in their pride and lovers of themselves that they don't recognize or even acknowledge the sick and the poor. 

A dumpty trail house in Idaho.  Hopefully won't find something like this!

What my apartment looks like but I just have a dirty old steel door on mine.  This is one of the "nicer" models they show to prospective tenants. 


Don't get me started on Weidner Properties to me are the worst money hungry scoundrals I've ever rented from.

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