I went to lunch, yesterday, with my housing case worker. i semi-jokingly apologized for my less than smooth transition into supportive housing. things had gone about as bad as they could go for a bit. she told me not to worry about it, she said no one makes a smooth transition. what a load off my mind, i was so worried my recent slip ups might get me kicked out of supportive housing. i always think of the worst possible things to get anxious about.
she told me she wants to move me to a better neighborhood. another major concern of mine is my current, crack infested hell hole of an area that i happen to inhabit. it’s best that i get out of the ghetto, this place is a trap.
amazing, just like that: things are looking up, as they always do eventually. movin on up
