So, for those of you who don’t know my recent story, the long and short of it is my mother died and I have to be out of her apartment by December 4th. This recent turn of events got me thinking about the latter half of my life. These past ten years have been one hell of a thing to experience.
I’ve always wanted to move the fuck away from here. My mom got this apartment after we left the shelter when I was in middle school. It was not the best of neighborhoods back then. Sirens, gunshots, robberies, police on foot patrol. We had it all. It was ours though. First time since we left Atlanta and my dad left that we had our own place.