When I moved to Baltimore, I was intending to move to Washington DC. We had a bit over $1000 and figured we wouldn't have much trouble landing a place and jobs.
Six weeks later, after exhausing all our money and having family and friends send more, we get into a place. We were there all of six weeks - then get thrown out because the folks leasing the house violated the lease and didn't tell us.
We end up in Baltimore, moving in with an aquaintance the GF had made a couple of weeks previous. Got settled with jobs and started catching up on rent here - it's not much, but the GF is away at college so I'm having to do it alone. Well, here I am, a month or so away from actually getting caught up, and the housemate tells me I have to move out at the end of the month, no further reason given.
Now I'm back to square one. He expects his back money, of course, plus I also have to get cash together to move into somewhere else - I'm only one guy who brings home 350-400 a week, tops. I'm SO unhappy.
I just want my little life. Work my job, play internet games, write my ass off. That's all. This makes my third move in six months, and I can't even afford it.
I can't even write. I don't get sad much, but this pretty much takes the cake.
