Greatest Hits: Act 2

At some point in my minimalist journey, I got to the point of minimizing photos. I would not recommend such a sentimental category for a novice minimalist. This is a group to save for towards the end of your decluttering journey. 

I decided to carefully curate an album of 200 photographs that I call my “Greatest Hits” album. These are my best and happiest memories from my life. At the time, my thinking was that if I am in a nursing home or some sort of care facility at the end of my life, I would enjoy having this one photo album of all my precious memories.

My Greatest Hits album has so far been an excellent idea. Sometimes it’s nice to look at when I am feeling down. I no longer worry about printing photos or deleting photos. I know I have the very best of my collection in my Greatest Hits album. 

Now, with the Act 2 in this title, I am in no way about to go all maximalist and start a second Greatest Hits photo album. I do not need an additional 200 photos (for a total of 400) to tell my life story. That is not what Act 2 means. 

When I curated the Greatest Hits album, I had bought my first house. After a history of childhood (and adult) homelessness, I never thought I would be a homeowner. Purchasing my first home was such a relief. I remember saying, “we will never be homeless again.” I felt settled. I had all this in mind when I curated my Greatest Hits album. I had thought that the best of my life was behind me. I was biding time.

I had no way of knowing what was in store for me with the daily neighbor harassment and abuse that caused us to flee that house and relocate to the opposite side of the state for safety. 

However, that is what happened. We sold the house in the Village of Horrors, and I bought a different house. Never in my life would I have ever thought I would be able to sell and house and purchase a new one. It’s honestly not an experience I ever want to go through again. Although, the entire move was exacerbated by our physical injuries and the threats from the neighbors. 

This is where my Act 2 comes in. I feel like we have a new lease on life. It’s a kind of awakening being in a brand-new place trying to find your footing. 

Sitting in our new house now that we are safe from neighbor abuse, I was looking at the Greatest Hits album and realized three things:

  1. Flower was not in the Greatest Hits album. Flower is a family member. There are five cats that I rescued from the dog fighting ring who were not in there. They needed to be remembered too.
  2. I did not want anything in the Greatest Hits album from the House of Horrors that I had to sell to get away from the abusive neighbors. That chapter of life was so traumatizing and evil. I don’t want any reminders.
  3. Life isn’t over. We still have Greatest Hits happening and things to come. I’m not stagnant anymore because I am no longer paralyzed by abuse. I’m no longer physically blocked from leaving my home and prevented from living my life. We still have another decade ahead of us.

Put together, all of this means I needed to curate my Greatest Hits album to include my Act 2. What this looks like:

  1. Previously, each cat (Kitty, Kip, Jude, Simon, and Jolene) had 20 photos each. Now, each cat has 16 photos each, and Flower is included. For the cats I rescued from the dog fighting ring, they have a little folder with photos of each of them. They are not in the Greatest Hits album, but their small folder is beside the Greatest Hits album. So yes, I guess I did expand beyond the 200 photos a little. 
  2. When I curated the photos, I looked for any photos taken in the House of Horrors and tried to replace it with a photo from somewhere else. I could not do that with all of them. Jude never made it to the new house. But I tried to make sure that there are only the very best photos of Jude, and the focus is obviously on him and not the fact he was in the House of Horrors (the same for Simon and Jolene).  I do have photos of Jude and Simon in the apartment before we moved into the House of Horrors that helped too.
  3. I had to add photos of Radar and the new house. We still have a lot of new things to see, so it’s possible the Greatest Hits album will need to be curated again sometime.

While I did not go all maximalist and add an entire second album of 200 photos, there is a small envelope of about 10 photos of the 5 cats I saved from the dog fighting ring that can be tucked into the Greatest Hits album. Four of the five were adopted into loving homes. One had to be euthanized from their injuries. They all need to be remembered. 

All this made me realize that the Greatest Hits album is not some stagnant thing. It’s a living documentary of the best times of our lives, and we are still adding to it. We may only have another decade together, but I am hoping for the sweetest decade to come. 

If you are interested, the photo on the cover of our Greatest Hits album is Fenway Park. Fenway Park is one of my two most favorite places in the entire country. I’ve always said that “Heaven looks like Fenway Park.” This is especially true when Fenway is at sunset. The view is downright stunning.

Of my six cats deceased and living, the first cat who passed away was Kip. Kip used to love to cuddle me when watching baseball. The last baseball we watched together before he passed was the 2013 World Series. It was the first time in 95 years that the Red Sox won a World Series at home. The prior World Series wins were done on the road. 

It was a magical time, and Kip was starting to go downhill when we watched it. I remember telling him that “Heaven looks like Fenway Park,” and I truly believe that it does for him. 

So, the cover photo of our Greatest Hits album is Fenway Park. When we are all done and our stories are over, that’s where we will be. 

It’s not over yet. We are still living and getting new photos for our Greatest Hits album. This is Act 2. 

Riding Around the Sun

It’s that time. I have made another trip around the sun. Birthdays are my favorite holiday. Every time I get one, it’s like a giant middle finger to the world that I was able to survive another year of what life threw at me. I don’t understand why people dislike birthdays. When you stop having them, that’s the problem. It’s not the dates on the stone. It’s that dash in between the dates that matters.

This past year was the worst of my life. I feel lucky to have another birthday. At the old house, I survived the crazed neighbors trying to burn the house down while we were in it, the gunfire that started in June 2025, and the daily harassment. We were able to escape and move several hours away to a safe place. 

It’s hard to sell a house in a neighborhood that bad. Several potential buyers put in complaints to the real estate agents without putting in offers. I had people who offered to buy the house and backed out when they witnessed some of the criminal behavior the neighbors were engaging in when they did their drive-byes of the home. 

What makes my heart ache the most is Jude passing away. He didn’t make it to the new house. He died in that house of horror neighbors. 

Recovery from an abuse situation that horrific is long and challenging. I still have physical injuries from which I am recovering. There is the mental recovery too. After being held at gunpoint, having gunfire right outside my house, and the constant pounding of boom cars, I’m very jumpy now. 

I love being able to sleep through the night now that I do not have people pounding on my door at all hours of the night screaming “Fire!” when there is no fire. When I was growing up, it was illegal to do something like that in a movie theatre. However, if you do that to someone’s house in the middle of the night daily for almost two months, it’s perfectly legal. 

But to get back to the positives of my trip around the sun. All that abuse with those horrible neighbors is behind me. What is ahead of me?

Well, we moved close to one of my two favorite places in the USA. I’m looking forward to spring and summer. Winter has been long and hard. 

As ever, my goal is to outlive the cats so I can keep them together. Jolene and Simon are very closely bonded. Flower seems to have chosen me as her human. My biggest goal and my greatest gift in life is in taking care of them until it’s time for them to naturally pass. 

Simon is the youngest. He will be turning 10 in May. So being optimistic, I figure I need to ty to stay alive for another decade to be able to outlive them. Then, I can do my patriotic duty and go to the euthanasia clinic that I was continuously being pressured to do where we used to live. 

I’m going to just try to enjoy the next decade with the cats and learn our new area. Other than the cats, my goals for live are to live peacefully and try to spread kindness where I can. 

In 2026, I have been trying to do one act of kindness per month. This is something I used to do but completely stopped when the neighbor abuse started because I was so overwhelmed with the daily harassment. So far, I purchased a new book from the library wish list, put $20 towards someone’s grocery bill behind me in line, and have some donations ready for our local animal shelter.

The world really sucks right now. We are all suffering. I figure we might as well try to help in small ways that we can. 

We had a lot of help in getting out of that old house and away from those horrid neighbors. I will be forever grateful for the help we had. It’s the least I can do to try to pay it forward with kindness. 

I’m hoping my next ride around the sun is much more peaceful that the last. If 2025 was the worst year of my life, hopefully 2026 will be better. 

The cats and I are together and that is all that matters. We are finally safe. We are no longer being physically attacked, injured, and harassed daily. 

I’m still here. I’m riding around the sun. I’m grateful to be alive.