So, I'm officially homeless, though I've got a couch to crash on and good enough friends to help me store my stuff. I wasn't allowed a third day to evac my crap out of the house. Not that almost anything left would FIT in the storage room I have.

Anyway, I need a job and more permanent housing, but otherwise I'm doing okay. My arm is healing well and didn't really hurt all that much yesterday on the last move (unlike the prior friday when it was HORRIBLE and I was really a wreck) and I'm writing again.

This isn't the phase of my life I'd ever anticipated or wanted, but here I am.


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Prior info from a couple weeks ago
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So on the 23rd I was evicted from my home of 12 years. Barely got my shoes, phone, meds and laptop. Chuck managed to get 1 cat of my 8 out, so I'm staying with him and his family.

Did get my arm hardware out yesterday, that was fun. Now I can kind of move but not well and certainly not without a little pain.

No job still, but at least with internet currently I can at least apply.

All my stuff is in my home and I can't access it until the managers allow it through the lawyers going back and forth.

Just ... yeah. Sucks.