I’m tired, brohs.
I’m trying really hard to be optimistic and push forward after the last few months of shit in my personal life. But every damn time I feel like I’m finally stepping out of the darkness, something else happens.
In the last week, I started to feel good and energetic again. Things felt like they were stabilizing and falling into place and I could start pushing forward with other creative things I want to do to help grow the Barbarians of the Storm franchise. And then, I found out that I have to move.
I guess that in normal circumstances, this isn’t a big deal for most. However, I’m not living under normal circumstances.
In southern Florida, COVID caused a real estate buying spree and astronomical prices. Then Hurricane Ian decimated my area and thus, caused insurance to skyrocket, as well as a housing crisis because so many were displaced and lost everything they had. I am in a pretty fucked situation unless I move away altogether, but my employer won’t allow me to work remotely, even though there’s no real reason why I can’t.
I’m not mad at my landlord nor blame her for her situation. It is what it is, she has to move into my place within a month or two, and that’s what happens when you’re in my situation and don’t own a home. Granted, I was on the verge of owning a home, but I wasn’t in an immediate rush at the time that I was looking. But COVID and a hurricane happened and then the housing market went insane. So, here I am.
Now, I do have one good lead on a place, and from what I know about it, it could be a godsend. Maybe this happened in a “perfect timing” situation for me, as it is $100 less than my current rent, and much closer to my office, which will save me an extra few hundred a month on gas. It’s also a guest house and secluded on a quiet, large property. This will help me immensely with my writing, as living underneath and next to people in my current place has gotten rather bad the last few years. Especially, for someone who has PTSD and anxiety issues.
But, that guy was supposed to get back to me about scheduling a time to look at the place, and I haven’t heard anything since Thursday. I didn’t want to pester him over Father’s Day weekend, so I will reach out again later today.
I just hope that this current situation has a quick, good resolution. I just want some stability and peace of mind, and that shit’s been evading me for months now. And without that, it’s hard for me to stay focused on what I need to do.
I'm honestly wishing you the best, man, and to a certain extent I can sympathize. I remember how fucked up things got with my living situation and neighbors before I moved to where I am now. Stay strong, and things will get better. 💪 💪