Eviction

As the title says, I'm getting evicted. The house I'm staying at is going on the market and at the time of publishing this blog, I only have four weeks to pack and leave. I don't know where I'll go, hopefully not back in with my mother (who was the reason I put myself in the hospital), but not many places or share houses accept unemployed, chronically depressed, welfare-receiving man-children as a tenant, and because I'm unemployed I can't afford renting a full-on appartment or anything.

This might not be the end of my writing career, such that it is or ever was, not that I've been writing much at all for the past three years, but this may be a huge speed bump.

Comments

[Reese]

Oh, dear; good luck.

[PresentPerfect]

oh no D:

[Shakespearicles]

[Stolenalicorn]

I feel for you. I was in a similar situation back in 2019, I was lucky enough to be able to fall back on family. I can't imagine how much worse it is for you without that option. Hopefully you get something worked out soon.
Be safe.

[Opium4TmassS]

I am wishing to best for you.

[jammr]

Well, hecc. Hopefully life throws you some help, Freglz