Basically, this recovering addict and recent homeless person now has, believe it or not, an apartment to call her very own. I have only lived by myself, on my very own, in my very own apartment, about six months out of my almost 31 years on this planet. I have always been in someone else’s domain basically. Now this nice little one bedroom, hardwood floors, place is MINE. I am so excited that I may faint at any moment. The place is part of a building that this company recently bought and remodeled so it is not quite ready to move in yet. But I will be getting that call any day now. I don’t have much yet, but there is an organization that will hook me up with some furniture to start out with. I get a BED!! Does anyone have ANY idea how long it has been since I have slept in a REAL bed? Let alone one of my very own to stretch out in and snore and drool and no one cares? Okay, too much information sorry
SO, things are working out, slowly but surely. I am getting there, really. I will keep it real with you. I have a sort of self-sabotage button that I have a bad habit of pushing. So I did well in my first two weeks of classes, got an apartment, got my social security check back, and then had a moment where I slipped up and used. I am trying to put my head back up and move forward. I screwed up, but I don’t have to continue to screw up and fall back down the rabbit hole.
I know the people in my life are happy for me and disappointed at the same time. I am too. But all I can do is keep going forward and not let this one slip up cause me to fall all the way off a cliff. I can’t wait to show you all some pictures when I move in!! Thank you for everyone’s support through all of this and in the future.
Be well and blessed