Out the Window
There's boxes in my guest room now. I pulled my car up behind the building today so I could load them into my car. They were in a corner of my classroom, gathering up from all the staff who have donated to my desperate email fund. I drove them home and lugged them up the hill to my apartment. And now they're in my guest room, where in just a couple weeks they'll be taped together and filled up with clothes and books and dishes - all the things I own. I'm moving out to Fletcher, to a little studio basement apartment of a church member. It's a long story, but in a nutshell my apartment complex never game me my new lease information, meaning I'd have to sign a lease with an unknown rate for a year - something I do not have the financial ability to do (and who would?). I called the front office in the midst of it all and they told me it was possible I didn't have the information because corporate was planning to renovate my apartment, meaning I'd have to pa...