One week later and nothing has changed. We were turned down for the cottage because someone else offered to trim the renters dogs nails if they gave it to them.
Peter Pan is still causing havoc.
And in a whole week there have been few to no apartment listings. Less in our range.
I never realized I hated this place before. I knew I didn't like it.
The Housing Authority's suggestion?
Return to the North Shore. Uproot our entire lives because the towns keep rejecting affordable housing like it will give them cooties.
Mom has come around. She realizes my future is in Texas.
I guess that's what is keeping me going right now. Hope for a future.
Away from here.
Shit is fucked up when I consider running back to Jersey.
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