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Another Life Transition...

Well, I can safely say that I'm finally out of my apartment. It was hard, but that chapter of my life is over. Now I'm looking forward to my next residence. Unfortunately, it won't be ready for a few days. That means I'm officially homeless.

Where will I go, you ask? I'm wondering, too. One of my friends has offered her roll-away bed, while a neighbor offered to either pay for a hotel room or let me sleep on one of his four couches. My wonderful cousin lives with boyfriend in his house, so the thought of staying with them is completely out. He's trying to put me up with his family members, but that's not an option because I don't believe in staying with strangers.

So far, I'm staying with my friend. This will be my first night on a roll-away bed. I'm at her house now, watching TV and contemplating my next move. I have a car full of stuff that I'd like to take to my new place, but I can't reach my new landlord. That means I'll probably have to go to work with a car full of stuff -- something I'm really not looking forward to.

All in all, I know it could be worse. The neighbor who offered to put me up in a hotel told me that he's moved 10 times in the last three years. He and his family were victims of Hurricane Katrina. When he told me that, I was almost ashamed. Here I am complaining about this madness I'm going through, and this man lost everything but the clothes on his back. My issues pale in comparison.

Just pray for me...


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