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8 months ago
So about 4 months ago. I updated you guys on my situation. To recap:
Back in October on the 21st. I was kicked out of my Dad's place. After he offered me a place to stay temporarily. Mind you he bound himself to be through some Social Security shit. He did that the day my mom died, said I was helping him out because my mom was that person for him. So now I should be....Anyways, I never lived there for free. I was only there 2weeks and 2 days in that time I offered to pay for everything! Anything I used, i cleaned the house daily and supplied household goods. Still wasn't good enough. Before I left my father managed to Syphon $500 from me before humiliating me, threating to call the cops. Telling me he would tell them I stole his identity and car. He said very bitterly that :
"Since you [me] are having so much trouble finding a place to stay... I have just the place for you. 3 hots and a cot."
Doing that while fake recording me with a body cam he stole from my brother after he did the same thing to him too.
I will say my brother is a rough character. So before my father did me THAT dirty I believed what he said. Now I know that even though my brother isn't the world's best. It was my father who started shit. Because after many conversations with my brother. I found he [our father] did the same damn thing to him [my brother] too. But I digress.
After that shit-hole situation. That I left, of course i gave back the car. Even though I bought it with my money and fixed everything with my money. I felt like it wasn't worth it Because at that point. I'd rather cut out the Narcissist than fight over a fucking car.
So after October 21st I jumped between Airbnb's for a while....till November 14th.
Mind you I worked EVERY DAY. UNTIL MY BODY GAVE OUT ON ME. Only on those days did I take a day off. I worked 10-12 hour shifts to make sure I made all the ends meet. But that obviously means putting everything to the back burners. But what else was I to do? At that point I was fighting homeless tooth and nail. So I can do the next big move. Which I did.
I made the big decision to begin the move to Chicago on the 14th of November. That was my go date and go I did. I took half my stuff, 4 of my cats, my mother's ashes [the Urn box] and my Boyfriend. We drove 1500miles in 23hours. It took me just about 2 days to make it there safely with the full load. Also with as few stops as we could afford.
By the 19th I had to drive back to Miami. To be able to continue to work and return the vehicle. Hertz sold the car I rented so I had to switch vehicles before returning to work....Insane, I know but...Uber is my full time job. Since my mom passed away. Yes for a while I did Security but after my license expired they sent the paperwork to my old address. So once that paperwork was gone/lost, the license got fully expired and Uber returned to being the full time. It was a snowball situation hardcore.
Plus The car for the trip was an Uber Hertz Vehicle that had to be returned to the place of rental. Yes I did make a complaint about that but there was no breaks given. So after much tears and pain. I arrived back in Miami on November 22nd. I rested and went right back to work.
I spent my whole time from November 22nd till December 31st working. I did 12-18hour days. I even worked Thanksgiving and Christmas... lemme just say people WHERE FERAL during this time.
Me, Working pretty much from the time I woke up. Till I passed out again. I kept running into curve balls and even almost lost my account. I took 7 one-star ratings in December. I NEVER FUCKING EVER HAD THAT HAPPEN IN THE 5YEARS I EVER DID UBER!!! So even though This time I am couchsurfing at a friend's house. Where I traded a place to rest for my house cleaning services. Which was desperately needed. I basically worked even when I wasn't working. Shit was still spiraling on me. I prayed and cried. I felt so much shame because everything I dreamed I would have been doing I had to sacrifice on the alter of " hope" to make it through this hell. Got anyone wondering where is my man in all this. He had his own issues to address back home in Chicago and he is taking care of my babies while sorting his shit out. Making sure the new accommodations worked out. We will be living with his life long friend. But much had to be done on both sides. Still I felt betrayed because that just felt like another facet on this shit-show I been trying to out live. It feels like I'm trying to out-run Hell.
GOOD NEWS: All my hard work paid off.
I managed to squeeze a few days vacation to spend time with loved ones in Chicago for the newyear. Which turned into me basically going back to just handle business and solidifying my next job so that when I do go back. I will have money in my pocket to cover between the time I return and the 1st paycheck from the new job.
Which btw I start work at my new job February 12th. So yes all the hard work DID paying off. But keep in mind to make this happen I gave up just about every pleasure including hot food. ALL OF THIS IS EXTREMELY PAINFUL and I'm still not done I have a little more time left here in Miami.
But while I am here...
I sleep on a couch, of which I'm extremely grateful. But I don't have much privacy at all, I'm working insane hours to make miracles happen. And life is throwing hella curve ball at me all the while. My life is still split between the 2 cities and 2 storage units. But in small part, this journey is just about over.
I finalize my move from Miami to Chicago [Actually Wood Dale but don't pick on the details lemme finish the update]
I finalize my move February 8th. Thank you everyone who checked up on me. Who kept faith that I would make it. Thank you anyone who supported me during this hellscape I've been fighting to survive. I felt so much shame over not having any time to art. Let alone rest. This is not the way I expected leaving my old place would be like. I never thought it would turn out like this.
Don't even get me started on January 19th with the Trump presidency and Elon Musk throwing his little "gang sign " like a fuking charged attack.
This has been the darkest moments of my life outside of the death of my Mother. So from the deepest part of my heart Thank you to everyone who stayed at my side. There is a silver lining and we ARE making it.
My laptop is in Chicago so when I return I will finally be able to color the art I owe. And upload the 2 scribbles I made just before I fly back to Chicago in February. My heart goes out to everyone struggling in this 2025 Hunger Games. May the Odds ever be in your Favor. Band together for that is how we will Survive.
Most of all do not stop in the middle of hell. Fight all the way through it.
Much love and Good things my Furiends.
-ee
Back in October on the 21st. I was kicked out of my Dad's place. After he offered me a place to stay temporarily. Mind you he bound himself to be through some Social Security shit. He did that the day my mom died, said I was helping him out because my mom was that person for him. So now I should be....Anyways, I never lived there for free. I was only there 2weeks and 2 days in that time I offered to pay for everything! Anything I used, i cleaned the house daily and supplied household goods. Still wasn't good enough. Before I left my father managed to Syphon $500 from me before humiliating me, threating to call the cops. Telling me he would tell them I stole his identity and car. He said very bitterly that :
"Since you [me] are having so much trouble finding a place to stay... I have just the place for you. 3 hots and a cot."
Doing that while fake recording me with a body cam he stole from my brother after he did the same thing to him too.
I will say my brother is a rough character. So before my father did me THAT dirty I believed what he said. Now I know that even though my brother isn't the world's best. It was my father who started shit. Because after many conversations with my brother. I found he [our father] did the same damn thing to him [my brother] too. But I digress.
After that shit-hole situation. That I left, of course i gave back the car. Even though I bought it with my money and fixed everything with my money. I felt like it wasn't worth it Because at that point. I'd rather cut out the Narcissist than fight over a fucking car.
So after October 21st I jumped between Airbnb's for a while....till November 14th.
Mind you I worked EVERY DAY. UNTIL MY BODY GAVE OUT ON ME. Only on those days did I take a day off. I worked 10-12 hour shifts to make sure I made all the ends meet. But that obviously means putting everything to the back burners. But what else was I to do? At that point I was fighting homeless tooth and nail. So I can do the next big move. Which I did.
I made the big decision to begin the move to Chicago on the 14th of November. That was my go date and go I did. I took half my stuff, 4 of my cats, my mother's ashes [the Urn box] and my Boyfriend. We drove 1500miles in 23hours. It took me just about 2 days to make it there safely with the full load. Also with as few stops as we could afford.
By the 19th I had to drive back to Miami. To be able to continue to work and return the vehicle. Hertz sold the car I rented so I had to switch vehicles before returning to work....Insane, I know but...Uber is my full time job. Since my mom passed away. Yes for a while I did Security but after my license expired they sent the paperwork to my old address. So once that paperwork was gone/lost, the license got fully expired and Uber returned to being the full time. It was a snowball situation hardcore.
Plus The car for the trip was an Uber Hertz Vehicle that had to be returned to the place of rental. Yes I did make a complaint about that but there was no breaks given. So after much tears and pain. I arrived back in Miami on November 22nd. I rested and went right back to work.
I spent my whole time from November 22nd till December 31st working. I did 12-18hour days. I even worked Thanksgiving and Christmas... lemme just say people WHERE FERAL during this time.
Me, Working pretty much from the time I woke up. Till I passed out again. I kept running into curve balls and even almost lost my account. I took 7 one-star ratings in December. I NEVER FUCKING EVER HAD THAT HAPPEN IN THE 5YEARS I EVER DID UBER!!! So even though This time I am couchsurfing at a friend's house. Where I traded a place to rest for my house cleaning services. Which was desperately needed. I basically worked even when I wasn't working. Shit was still spiraling on me. I prayed and cried. I felt so much shame because everything I dreamed I would have been doing I had to sacrifice on the alter of " hope" to make it through this hell. Got anyone wondering where is my man in all this. He had his own issues to address back home in Chicago and he is taking care of my babies while sorting his shit out. Making sure the new accommodations worked out. We will be living with his life long friend. But much had to be done on both sides. Still I felt betrayed because that just felt like another facet on this shit-show I been trying to out live. It feels like I'm trying to out-run Hell.
GOOD NEWS: All my hard work paid off.
I managed to squeeze a few days vacation to spend time with loved ones in Chicago for the newyear. Which turned into me basically going back to just handle business and solidifying my next job so that when I do go back. I will have money in my pocket to cover between the time I return and the 1st paycheck from the new job.
Which btw I start work at my new job February 12th. So yes all the hard work DID paying off. But keep in mind to make this happen I gave up just about every pleasure including hot food. ALL OF THIS IS EXTREMELY PAINFUL and I'm still not done I have a little more time left here in Miami.
But while I am here...
I sleep on a couch, of which I'm extremely grateful. But I don't have much privacy at all, I'm working insane hours to make miracles happen. And life is throwing hella curve ball at me all the while. My life is still split between the 2 cities and 2 storage units. But in small part, this journey is just about over.
I finalize my move from Miami to Chicago [Actually Wood Dale but don't pick on the details lemme finish the update]
I finalize my move February 8th. Thank you everyone who checked up on me. Who kept faith that I would make it. Thank you anyone who supported me during this hellscape I've been fighting to survive. I felt so much shame over not having any time to art. Let alone rest. This is not the way I expected leaving my old place would be like. I never thought it would turn out like this.
Don't even get me started on January 19th with the Trump presidency and Elon Musk throwing his little "gang sign " like a fuking charged attack.
This has been the darkest moments of my life outside of the death of my Mother. So from the deepest part of my heart Thank you to everyone who stayed at my side. There is a silver lining and we ARE making it.
My laptop is in Chicago so when I return I will finally be able to color the art I owe. And upload the 2 scribbles I made just before I fly back to Chicago in February. My heart goes out to everyone struggling in this 2025 Hunger Games. May the Odds ever be in your Favor. Band together for that is how we will Survive.
Most of all do not stop in the middle of hell. Fight all the way through it.
Much love and Good things my Furiends.
-ee
Glad to hear that things are looking up, though. Forward! And best of luck!