It's hard not being disappointed and wanting to just give up and find some easy solution to assuage this anxiety of unknowing. I can do what I want to do which is to just roll over and die and either sign a month-to-month lease or move to an apartment. Those are easy things. Or I can do the hard thing, the thing I don't want to do at all, which is to find a storage unit and move in with my mother until I can find a place.
It's hard for me not to take this rejected offer as personal. Being that I wrote a very sad personal letter and all. But I guess money is more important to most everyone but me. I begrudgingly wish the new homeowners well and the old homeowners, well, how can I hold it against them? Money talks. Dolla dolla bill, y'all. Cream.
I am sad and heavy and feel so discouraged. It's times like these though, that I need to exhibit grit. Chin up, make responsible decisions no matter how uncomfortable.
