New landlords took over and want everyone out!
At first I was so excited. I tried to find just the right thing.
The place had no stove, it was painted brown, and I had no peace. I looked up almost everyone on the street: Aggravated burglary, sexual assault, MURDER and the guys due to get out soon. I could handle being the only person who spoke English but I don’t know.
I’m going home!
I don’t belong here. I’ve been here for almost seven years. I’ve been struggling with the decision of where I should move.
I’m doing better now than ever. My meds are right and it’ll take a while before I get a new Dr set up so I’ll have to travel.
I’m nervous and apprehensive but I have peace.