I always talk about these angels sent by the universe to guide me; this theme runs through my entire experience, as I’ve described it in writing. There was a counselor, Ashley, in the program I’ve been in who always took a liking to me and my quirky hats, calling me ‘short stuff.’ I don’t really think she’s taller than me, though. We bonded over a mutual appreciation and admiration for Jay-Z.
She left for another job a few months ago but would always check up on me and exchange Jay-Z classics, making sure I knew she was there for me. I don’t even know what I do to endear these people to keep looking out for me, but it’s happened so many times in my life. That’s my blessing; that’s how I’ve kept going. There have been so many of them, always connected by the music that enriches our experience on earth.
Well, Ashley got me a housing interview yesterday when all hope seemed lost and I was on the verge of giving up. In that moment, I landed a supportive housing apartment. I’ll write more about it as things progress, but things are moving forward.
Angels and apartments, man. I’m in tears; I can’t write anymore today.
eyyyyyy: be an angel and buy me a coffee: https://ko-fi.com/evr0ck17
