I'm tired.
Last year, I lived with my emotionally crazed father, step-mother who hates me (mutual) and sister who is wonderful. I made it though my step-mother leaving (and reconciling) my father and his resulting terrifying break down. I went to jail for the first time (old traffic tickets, natrually), had to drop out of college and was kicked out of my already miserable living situation. Then I got laid off.
This year, I moved into a friend's house and rented a room, found a steady job that almost pays living wages, and fought tooth and nail getting my car running/traffic/court fines paid. Roomie found out she was losing her house due to some kind of lie-filled divorce mumbo-jumbo. Was given three-weeks notice to find somewhere to live-- but am in debt because of car repairs. Zero money saved. Manage to save up five hundred dollars while couch diving, break up with crazy boyfriend before he gets forrilz crazy, and my car breaks down. Cost to get car fixed: five hundred dollars. But at least I have it. One can be homeless or carless-- not both. Not in Houston.
I'm really really really seconds from throwing up my hands.
So far I haven't had to sleep anywhere scary-- so far I've had good friends and good (har har) luck enough that I'm not on a street. But seriously? It happens so quick. I'd like to give a big "fuck you" to every person who believes you make your own luck-- that someone in the gutter has just done it to themself. I've heard this lecture twice this week from strangers. Not to me, just in public. And you know? It's bullshit. It's so easy to sink.
Thank your stars, folks. Things are still shining brightly.
This year, I moved into a friend's house and rented a room, found a steady job that almost pays living wages, and fought tooth and nail getting my car running/traffic/court fines paid. Roomie found out she was losing her house due to some kind of lie-filled divorce mumbo-jumbo. Was given three-weeks notice to find somewhere to live-- but am in debt because of car repairs. Zero money saved. Manage to save up five hundred dollars while couch diving, break up with crazy boyfriend before he gets forrilz crazy, and my car breaks down. Cost to get car fixed: five hundred dollars. But at least I have it. One can be homeless or carless-- not both. Not in Houston.
I'm really really really seconds from throwing up my hands.
So far I haven't had to sleep anywhere scary-- so far I've had good friends and good (har har) luck enough that I'm not on a street. But seriously? It happens so quick. I'd like to give a big "fuck you" to every person who believes you make your own luck-- that someone in the gutter has just done it to themself. I've heard this lecture twice this week from strangers. Not to me, just in public. And you know? It's bullshit. It's so easy to sink.
Thank your stars, folks. Things are still shining brightly.