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A Lot to Think About
3 years ago
Greetings all.
As I'm sure a lot of us have noticed, it is now September. Days will quickly become shorter, and nights will become longer, and a bit more cool. The winds will soon bring a brisk chill to the air, as leaves upon the trees will change their colors, ushering in the news that Autumn is quickly approaching. Very soon, we'll be packing away the beach towels and sun block lotion, while dusting off the hoodies and sweaters, while enjoying the numerous pumpkin spice flavored drinks.
Life for me has actually stabilized in a sense. I now have a job working as a part time dishwasher at a restaurant that is almost literally right next to my house. My grandmother will soon be receiving financial aid for her bills and groceries, and my father is getting the much needed mental care he needs in a properly maintained facility. It is enough to make me sit back for once, with a smile on my face, leaving me with a feeling of joy, and accomplishment.
But, as is my luck has always been, the good things can never last long enough.
In the past few days I have started my new job, my grandmother has been applying for financial assistance, with the aid of her niece. The office that my grandmother visited has stated that they will do the best they can to aid both her and me, in food, and utilities. While this may seem like quite a generous offer that I do humbly accept, they have also turned around, and told my grandmother that due to her increasing signs of depression and dementia, she will soon be unable to take care of the house she has called home since 1997. She has since signed a form that will take two weeks to process, that once completed, will place my grandmother on a waiting list for assisted housing. This has been my grandmother's greatest fear come true, but acknowledges that it is due to her less than satisfactory spending habits. So, in summary, my grandmother will be placed in a home that will allow her cat to be with her, and pretty much leaves me looking for another place to live within the next year.
I really don't want to think about how my grandmother will be able to tell her son that he has no home to go to, when she herself is no longer there. I'm also wondering how I'm going to break the news to the restaurant I just started working at, saying that I'll have to resign due to changes in housing. It is these, and other things I am currently thinking about, and truth be told, it does wear heavily on my chest. To reach a point where one can sit back for a moment, and admire the good things that are finally happening in life, only to be shot down in flames 5 minutes later.
So, in the coming months, after Furpocalypse, and the holiday rush that follows, I will have to sit down, and start plotting out a plan on finding a new place to live. It does break my heart to have to leave behind the place I've known since childhood, but as stated in my previous journal post, I had a feeling that this day would come at some point in the near future. In fact, most of my stuff is still packed in boxes from the last scare of winding up on the street.
With that being said, I can only hope for the best.
That's about it for now.
Take care all.
As I'm sure a lot of us have noticed, it is now September. Days will quickly become shorter, and nights will become longer, and a bit more cool. The winds will soon bring a brisk chill to the air, as leaves upon the trees will change their colors, ushering in the news that Autumn is quickly approaching. Very soon, we'll be packing away the beach towels and sun block lotion, while dusting off the hoodies and sweaters, while enjoying the numerous pumpkin spice flavored drinks.
Life for me has actually stabilized in a sense. I now have a job working as a part time dishwasher at a restaurant that is almost literally right next to my house. My grandmother will soon be receiving financial aid for her bills and groceries, and my father is getting the much needed mental care he needs in a properly maintained facility. It is enough to make me sit back for once, with a smile on my face, leaving me with a feeling of joy, and accomplishment.
But, as is my luck has always been, the good things can never last long enough.
In the past few days I have started my new job, my grandmother has been applying for financial assistance, with the aid of her niece. The office that my grandmother visited has stated that they will do the best they can to aid both her and me, in food, and utilities. While this may seem like quite a generous offer that I do humbly accept, they have also turned around, and told my grandmother that due to her increasing signs of depression and dementia, she will soon be unable to take care of the house she has called home since 1997. She has since signed a form that will take two weeks to process, that once completed, will place my grandmother on a waiting list for assisted housing. This has been my grandmother's greatest fear come true, but acknowledges that it is due to her less than satisfactory spending habits. So, in summary, my grandmother will be placed in a home that will allow her cat to be with her, and pretty much leaves me looking for another place to live within the next year.
I really don't want to think about how my grandmother will be able to tell her son that he has no home to go to, when she herself is no longer there. I'm also wondering how I'm going to break the news to the restaurant I just started working at, saying that I'll have to resign due to changes in housing. It is these, and other things I am currently thinking about, and truth be told, it does wear heavily on my chest. To reach a point where one can sit back for a moment, and admire the good things that are finally happening in life, only to be shot down in flames 5 minutes later.
So, in the coming months, after Furpocalypse, and the holiday rush that follows, I will have to sit down, and start plotting out a plan on finding a new place to live. It does break my heart to have to leave behind the place I've known since childhood, but as stated in my previous journal post, I had a feeling that this day would come at some point in the near future. In fact, most of my stuff is still packed in boxes from the last scare of winding up on the street.
With that being said, I can only hope for the best.
That's about it for now.
Take care all.
