I just spoke with the house owner whose room I’m renting.
I’ve been asked to move so that he can accommodate a friend who’s in a hard way financially and residentially.
Not even three weeks in. And now I must find yet again a new place to live. In 10 days.
This’ll make five residences in about four months.
The pain is that unlike my prior residences, I now love where I live. Love the house, the location, the view, the commute, everything. Felt myself finally settling in and stabilizing a little and then whoooomp!
What the fuck is going on?!?!
I am moving again. And I want to cry.