Homeless

Dear God in heaven,

Is this supposed to be funny? Because I don't hear any divine laughter.

It's one of those weeks. The ones where you wake up to gray skies and they actually look brighter in contrast because the fog in your head is so pervasive, which doesn't make anything better--it just enhances the gloom. I don't know if I really have an excuse to be this way. I have plenty of food (relatively--I'm actually out at the moment, but as soon as I find the time, the problem will resolve). I have good friends who keep me smiling even in the middle of information cramming (although some of them routinely creep from the shadows and scare the bejeezus out of me). I have a roof over my head.

A roof.

Oh, yeah, actually, not so much anymore. About that.

Our landlord just had a baby. Or, his wife had a baby, which always makes it hard for me not to roll my eyes when the couple says "We're pregnant," because there's no we about it. She looks like a small planet, and he's normal. Let's be honest--unless you plan on actively going through labor, you are not pregnant. Anyway.

So, now they're living on one income, which apparently isn't enough. So, he's selling our house.

Meaning, we have to find a new place to live by Christmas. We do get a month's notice when it actually sells, but we are medical students. In school. We don't have time to look for houses, and we can't sign a new year-long lease that starts in November, December, or January; and moving? Are you kidding me? When do we have time to move?

I'm also pretty stressed about the upcoming test week. It's so intense, and I feel behind all the time. I'm so, so thankful that Sabbath starts in a little less than eight hours. Sabbath will bring Thai food and Ryan and sleep, not necessarily in that order, but all wonderful in their own way.

But this situation is becoming more and more real. I managed to ignore it last night and this morning, but then I started thinking about logistics during class. Bad idea. I'm pretty peeved, and getting angrier. It's not healthy and I'm trying to stop the spiral by leaving it here, for all of you. And by realizing that the only thing I can do is to keep studying, and look for a new place to live, and not fret about it past that.

I do fret so.

*In a sudden reversal of opinion, I have to say that I'm friggin' lucky. I have nothing to complain about. See the woman in my picture? That's her life, on that sidewalk. Look at me. I need to shut my mouth.