Saturday, January 31, 2015

How Quickly Things Change

This has been one of the craziest weeks I've seen in a long time.

My uncle, whom I shared a house with, passed away. As I mentioned in a previous post, the homeowners were already planning to sell the property. I couldn't reach an actual human on the phone at Social Security, so I ended up sending them a certified letter to inform them of the change in living arrangements. I knew that Social Security would receive the letter on Monday, and that I would most likely hear from them about the issue.

Tuesday morning, I received a call from an apartment complex in Southern Alabama, offering me an apartment through HUD. I had been on their waiting list for quite some time. I filled out the paperwork on Tuesday, submitted necessary documents on Wednesday, and I signed the lease on Thursday. They gave me my key and said "Welcome Home!"

It happened that fast. I can't believe it.

I've already pulled a muscle in my back and neck trying to move stuff, so I'm down for the count until family can come over and do the moving for me. I'm going to at least try to get everything in boxes to make it easier on them, but I'm in excruciating pain with no way to treat it (meds are dangerous to my Muscular Dystrophy). So, I'm forced to suffer with it. Hoping it will heal quickly, somehow.

There is a playground, a couple of picnic tables, and tiny grills. There is also a break room with a couple of basic computers and a television with cable. There is even a small room with a treadmill, bike, and an elliptical machine that management refers to as "the devil". Hilarious. Most of the residents are retired, disabled, or low income families. My neighbor across the walkway is a 6 year old girl who started a conversation the minute she saw me. She said she wants to move to a big house with stairs someday, bless her. I don't blame her in spite of the reasonable size of our apartments. I'm impressed with the amount of space I have. I can hang at least 20 paintings and store the rest. I have several closets and a kitchen that is small but not claustrophobic by any's just fine for me. I have a bedroom and enough space for a small sofa and dining room table. I'm not going to bother with a television, but I look forward to installing a couple of bookcases eventually. Best of all, I've always dreamed of turning a living room of my own into an art studio, and I can now do that.

What a huge answer to prayer. I'm pinching myself.