Last night was just our third night
in our new little apartment. It already feels like home. CB prepared
our first home-cooked supper last night, and I immediately jumped up
and did the dishes afterwards. We were quite domestic.
The black and white television my brother loaned us only gets one
channel, and not very well at that, but it provides us with some
entertainment. We rely on the internet and local newspaper for any
idea of what is going on in the world. Ever since my parents kicked
us out of their home last Monday*, we have
been scrambling... not much time to worry about what is happening
with the rest of the world.
We found this efficiency apartment after looking at a few other
places. We had encountered discrimination based on our race and my
disability. However, we know that not much would happen if we said
anything about it... after all, the good ol' boy system is alive and
well in Fort Smith, Arkansas. Sometimes I worry about whether we'll
be able to pay the rent week after week, but I try to just think
about this day.
After all, yesterday is just a memory, tomorrow isn't here yet...
today is all we have. I am grateful for what I do have - a man who
loves me, my health such as it is, a roof over our heads, food to
eat, and my wits about me. I hope and pray we both get work this
week. If there are jobs out there, we'll find 'em!!!
* We had moved in with
them after they offered, since CB suffered a stroke shortly before
Christmas. They offered to let us stay there a few months while we
'got on our feet,' but after CB had been there 3 weeks, my dad
announced that CB needed to go. I was invited to stay but I told
them they obviously did not know me that well if they thought I
would stay after they had done this. I was prepared to stay on the
streets in order to be with my man. My parents both thought I would
buckle, that I would be back... I'm not... not now and not