EMERGENCY: RENT DUE IN 2 WEEKS
Hey there. A week or so ago, I put up the notice that I’m in dire need of donations because I didn’t have a job and the Social Security funds I received from my deceased father has ran out this month, and that I had around 2 weeks or so to get $500 to get rent. [Turns out at the time that was 3 weeks, woops.] Well, this is that same post, only it’s updated to show you guys just how bad I need the money.
Today, it’s May 21, 2016. My rent is due between the 1st and 5th of every month. If I don’t pay the rent in full between that time range, I have to pay a 10% late fee along my rent. So, if I have to wait all the way up to the 5th day of June, then I have just 2 weeks to get my rent money. So far, I’ve gotten about $100 in donations, thank you so much! But it’s definitely not enough. If you’re wondering, “well, you’re 18 and if I remember right, you used to live with your aunt, so why can’t you just go and move back in with her?” My answer: I was told clearly that if I moved out, I would not be welcome back in by my uncle. My uncle was the number one reason why I left in the first place, because he is a physically abusive alcoholic. My aunt is already making plans on moving herself, but we both have no idea when that would be. And if you need reasons as to why I want to stay here specifically, then let me gladly inform you why I so desperately want to keep this apartment to say. #1. I’m in the perfect area to be in.
It’s not clear here, but I’m on the main road of my town. Just down the street from me is a whole bunch of fast food restauraunts, a few dollar stores, and a fire station, along the library, post office, and community center. That means that I pretty much have everything I need just right down the road. I’m close to places I could work, I’m just a walk away from getting something I need like toilet paper or milk, if I have to mail something it’s literally 2 blocks from my apartment. Plus, I love to walk through towns, so this is another perk of this area. #2. I can’t leave my cat.
This is my lovely cat Misfit. I adopted him last month, in April, when I was looking for a kitten. I know, why did you adopt a cat if you knew you’d end up in this situation? To be honest, I didn’t know I would. I thought I would manage to snatch up a job within the month of May and be able to work enough for rent, but it turns out that didn’t happen, so now I not only have to worry about myself, but this ball of grey that I love. Within a month of time, I’ve fallen in love with my cat Misfit. Sure, he’s 5 years old, he’s not a kitten, but he’s as lively as one and the most loveable creature I’ve ever met. He won my heart that day I got him from the shelter, and he still has it. If I have to end up homeless, he has to go to a animal shelter. My aunt has too many animals as it is, and she does not have the space, nor the funds to take on another animal. This means Misfit would end up in a animal shelter, and the only one around is a kill-shelter, meaning if Misfit isn’t adopted within a short amount of time, he gets put to sleep. You can see why I don’t want that to happen. #3. I have friends and family here.
For once, I have found a place where I am accepted and loved by many people. For my entire life I’ve struggled to fit in and make friends, and finally, I’ve done it. I found my little group to fit in, and slowly, they’ve become a second family to me.
They’re the people I graduated with, the ones I spent a little over 2 years goofing off, messing around in class, and judging by the picture above, enjoying some good ol’ Taco Bell. Not only that, but I’m close to only one family member and that’s my beloved Aunt, who took me in after I left my mother when I realized I was in a terrible situation. She took me in, and loved and cared for me even more than my own mother. Her sister, my aunt, is now my mother figure in life, and while shes trying her best to help me in this situation as well, she has her own hardships to deal with in her house with her alcoholic husband. #4. I simply love it here. I found my place to call home.
Sure, I suck at keeping the place sparkling clean most of the time, but it’s where I’ve been the most comfortable living for the longest time. Never have I felt so comfortable and happy where I was living at, it was always somewhere away from my bed, such as a friend’s house or somewhere public. But now, I’ve found a place to call home. I love it here, and I don’t want to leave, at least, not yet anyway. There will be a time when I can finally fulfill my dreams of moving to England to be with my boyfriend, but for now, this is home to me. I don’t want to end up homeless. Not after a life of fighting and struggling for something I’ve always wanted: a place to call home, where I am loved by family and friends, and I’m truely happy. And now that I have it, I could lose it. And I don’t want to lose something I’ve fought so hard for all these years.
