Never Count On Tomorrow, (final post)

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January 8th,1987

It has been a while since she last had time to write, and when she did she really didn’t feel like it.

Christmas has been over for a while now and she finally took the tree down. She left it up as long as she could, she knew it would be the last one that she would remember for the rest of her life. She needed the space where the tree was standing for cartons of personal items she had already packed. She never fully decorated the house for Christmas this year, she just didn’t have the heart. She felt accomplished with the fact she got the tree up at all.

She paid a rent referral service $90.00 to help her find another place to live. Her spirits rose when the referral service called with a place to look at. I need 3 bedrooms this place had two and was $400.00 a month plus. Well that one didn’t work out.

Everyone is still working in their own private areas of packing up their individual possessions.

It’s been 18 days since she was told she had to move her family. What will she get into today. She packed her clothes from the bedroom making sure to keep boxes separate  from her hubby s’. She still has to do the kitchen. She hates to pack pot and pans and stuff that don’t fit into boxes neatly.

She worked in the basement for quite a while. She couldn’t stay in one room for too long it was just too much to handle sometimes.

Wed. January 14th,

She has been deeply depressed for a few days now crying more and more while trying not to upset the family. Especially her son. She will miss her very best friend who used to live with them for a little while. She loves this girl like a daughter. Her friend is strong when she needs to be, but I know she has a soft heart.

She felt that the burden of finding a home for everyone was completely with her. She can’t let go of this place long enough to hit the streets to find another. Her family has been keeping their distance, giving her room to breathe. The tears are returning more and more often. It’s so hard for her to stop them sometimes.

Sun. January 31 st

She hasn’t written in a while, she has been so tied up with finding a home. She has 30 days from today to get the family relocated. She still has no idea where it will be. Nothing will compare to what she is leaving behind. But she has to keep up the faith that she will find something for the 5 family members.

There has been a drawback to every call she’s made. Up until now no-one will accept pets, not enough bedrooms, rooms are too small in ratio to rental price. Security deposits for everything including leaving fingerprints on the doorknobs.

Fri. February 13th

It’s been 53 days since she has been packing and hitting the streets to find the family a suitable house. She calls it a ‘House’ because whatever and wherever it will be it won’t be a home. Her life as she knew it is over. She has decided to leave this home in great condition. For a long time she has had periods of total anger at having  to move her family, it was during these times she decided to leave everything she couldn’t take and let the ‘cock-roach’ of a landlord deal with it. But fortunately those times were far and few between and she decided to leave it in good and clean condition. She did take everything from the home even the curtain rod hooks and the light bulbs in the ceilings, that was her anger speaking again.

On this day she found the family a suitable place to live. It’s an old farmhouse with 3 bedrooms up and a full bath. Living room, dining room,kitchen and full pantry and 1/2 bath downstairs.The stairways leading to the second floor were pie wedged shape and ‘nothing big’ could go up that way. All of the furniture had to be  taken up a ladder to the second floor where there was a window especially made for taking large things up stairs. Her hubby and son must love her a whole lot to climb that ladder carrying heavy furniture. To this day she still can’t believe they did it. Her thoughts went to getting it all back out if they had to move again.

She still has 17 days left and she is not looking forward to leaving. She paid $2,175 to get into the new place. There was no refrigerator so that was $700. She is not complaining because she knows there are some people who wouldn’t have enough money to make a move like this.

She never really moved in, she had boxes and boxes of stuff that she never put out in the new place. The rent was $800.00 and that didn’t include water/sewage, oil every month, and electric, just to name a few. Her old rent was $250.00 per month all inclusive.

She was able to keep the family together at the new place for about 3 years at which time she and hubby moved 200 miles away to the mountains. That’s when her depression really got bad. She left her family behind and her yearning for them was great.But that is another story.

She is so please she had the forethought to keep a journal from the beginning of her downward spiral.

She truly hopes she has not offended anyone by writing this post, these are her thoughts and she likes them.

Thank you if you are reading this and God bless.

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