Today is my fourth full day that I’m homeless. It feels … crappy.
I feel incredibly vulnerable. I feel out of control. I feel like a burden to the person who continues to graciously put me up for just one more night (I hope?)
Communication between my apartment complex and its residents has been pretty terrible. Communication among the apartment complex, Tampa Electric, and the Fire Marshal also seems to be lacking. With that combination, we have a whole lot of people who don’t seem to know what is going on or why. We also have a whole lot of people who, if we are lucky, will have been homeless for 5 days…
But right now, I don’t know if I’ll be able to go home tomorrow (tomorrow will be the 5th day). I don’t know if I should be looking for a new place to live. Even if they let us back, I don’t know if I want to renew my lease, which is up at the end of November. Yet moving is such a pain, and with pets, more expensive (i.e. you usually don’t get your pet fee back).
Regardless of if I get to return home tomorrow, I definitely have to relocate from my current situation. I’m being put-up by my former room mate, but her parents are coming to visit soon. The apartment complex will put me up in a hotel, so I’ll arrange that tomorrow… But this situation is starting to get real. If it were just me, it would be a bit easier. With the pets, I have to arrange for them too.
Hopefully I’ll get some answers tomorrow. Until then, I want to go home…
