Everything is literally so crazy right now. I have no idea where I'll be or what I'll be doing in two weeks. I could be on the street, in a hotel, in a new apartment, still here...or even dead. What may be even more insane is how well I'm doing, given these circumstances. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't scared or worried, but I'm also kind of excited, hopeful...
The plan at the moment is to find a good, cheap apartment. This will likely take me to a smaller city/town, which I'm super ready for. I have a few places I'm calling today. Wish me luck *fingers crossed*.
If the apt thing doesn't work out for April 1st, then there's always a hotel. I don't want to push my luck with B. The fact that he'll watch my cat is way more than I could hope to ask for. I'm so grateful and indebted to him for that. Would it be nice if he let me crash at his place again? Sure, and if I was in a position to let him crash with me, I would, no questions asked, but...not everyone's me, I guess...
The homeless plan is to rent a storage place for my stuff (tv, ac, few boxes), join a gym for the showers and just shelter it, with a few hotel stays thrown in throughout a month.
Part of me wishes I could just throw everything out. The actual process of moving my things on a tight budget gives me agita, but damn it, I worked hard to pay off that damn 50 inch tv. To just give it away would be almost heart wrenching.
So today will be busy - calling up apartments and convincing them I'll be a great tenant despite my lack of employment at the moment, finishing my taxes so I can get my refund by the end of the month, dishes (ughhhhhhhh...), and oh goody, a pap smear at 3pm. Can't wait.
Posted at 07:12 am by Nightbird