In a fog...
Literally.
We found a tiny studio apt which I'm still trying to juggle the finances for as we only get $432/mo and rent is 325.
Neighbors smoke so much dope our place fills with the smoke and it makes me nauseous. I can only imagine how Erni feels.... Luckily she hasn't asked, "Mom what's that funny smell...?" other than the gas station on the other side that when the wind blows we get gas & propane fumes.... blech
Barking dog on the other side has my migraines working overtime.
At least it is a roof over our head at the moment and better than sleeping in the car.
Just wish it could be a little better for my little ones.
Josh came for a visit with his therapist and the look on his face was utter disappointment. He just wanted to leave and get back to his facility which is not just 30 miles away rather than 125 when we were in Coos Bay.