never too late...
I've been meaning to make this post for a while, but I've been so busy that I really haven't had the time. Anyway, I've been indoors for about 2 weeks now. I'm living in an apartment for now and will probably be here until the end of the year, before we move again. My new surroundings are, ummm, interesting. I can't sugarcoat this in any way, but I'm pretty much in the ghetto. You'd think that wouldn't be a problem for someone who's lived in the hood their whole life, but there is a BIG difference between ghetto and hood. *L* While my neighborhood does have it's fair share of drama, it's a stable roof over my head, so I can't bitch too much.
I'm not the same person I was going into this. These past four months of living in and out of hotels, in cars, and crashing with friends whenever possible were, without a doubt, a very rough learning experience. No one should have to go through this, yet it's happening each and every day. The color and emotion drains from my face when ever I see a sign announcing that another family has lost their home to a bank. My family and I were lucky (barely), but it just hurts so fucking much. It just sickens me to death. However, in the end, I had friends and one hell of a man to keep me as sane as possible (though I did fall off the sanity wagon way too often). Oh, and vodka, yay vodka.
This is what used to be my home. I spent all 24 years of my life here and I always hoped to move away from the place I once called home, to one day start life anew. I'm in the process of doing so, just not in the way I always thought I would...
I'm not the same person I was going into this. These past four months of living in and out of hotels, in cars, and crashing with friends whenever possible were, without a doubt, a very rough learning experience. No one should have to go through this, yet it's happening each and every day. The color and emotion drains from my face when ever I see a sign announcing that another family has lost their home to a bank. My family and I were lucky (barely), but it just hurts so fucking much. It just sickens me to death. However, in the end, I had friends and one hell of a man to keep me as sane as possible (though I did fall off the sanity wagon way too often). Oh, and vodka, yay vodka.
This is what used to be my home. I spent all 24 years of my life here and I always hoped to move away from the place I once called home, to one day start life anew. I'm in the process of doing so, just not in the way I always thought I would...