“I’m sorry to hear that,” she replied, but she didn’t seem too sorry, or maybe she was just exhausted from managing Duke. “I hope you find a better place.”
“Thanks,” I said, forcing a small smile. “I’m sorry for the trouble I caused you. I was just trying to do what I thought was right, but it backfired.”
“Water under the bridge,” she said. “Good luck.”
A month later, I moved out, but first, I warned the new owners—a young, carefree couple with no pets—about Patrice’s situation. They seemed unfazed, happy with the house as it was.
I took the old fence panels to my new home, where I thrived. I realized Patrice moving in was the push I needed to leave that neighborhood. Every morning, I let my dog out and watched it play happily in the yard.
The new neighborhood was calm and welcoming, with no drama. I even met someone and fell in love! I still look at those fence panels and grin, remembering how karma came full circle for Patrice. When I share the story with friends, it always gets a laugh! It’s a reminder that sometimes, karma knows exactly what it’s doing.
