13 years

 Today marks 13 years since I moved into this apartment.  I was in an Adult Foster Home, recovering from a car wreck, when someone put my name on the Housing list.  I was told my name had come up and that I should go look at the apartment and see if I wanted it.  It was also made clear to me that my insurance had run out and that the state wasn’t going to pay for my Foster care anymore.  I was told that if I didn’t take the apartment that I would go back to the bottom of the list… and unspoken but implied was that I should get my own shopping cart, that I would be homeless if I did’t take it.

Well, that was some incentive, but I didn’t really need any once I saw the apartment.  It’s on the 8th floor and looks south into the Willamette Valley, and since this is the tallest building around, I have a super view off the balcony.  In fact, when I came to visit the apartment, and saw the balcony, I said "I’ll take it!  Oh.  I should look at the rest of it."  I moved in the next week, the day I finished Diversion, for drunk driving, which is how and why I had the wreck.

It’s a studio apartment, ~400 square feet, and it’s perfect for one person.  It’s not too big to keep clean and is a cozy place… which is a good thing, considering how much time I spend/have spent here.

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