We have to be out of our apartment by the 20th of August.
That is literally a week away.
I have $800 in my bank account, and won’t be getting any more until my student loan comes in mid-September.
Although I should have expected it, my bastard of a Father will not be helping me. Although he still may pay whats left of my tuition post-scholarship.
This would help alot in the long run, but not so much in the short term.
I may have found a place to move into in September; a room in a five bedroom house. All inclusive. $389 + $10 for internet.
This will leave me with $25 a month in income. Literally. And I still need to pay for my cellphone. Although not a bus pass.
And it might be nice to eat every so often.
I feel like, at 18, I am dealing with stuff way beyond me. Or any age, for that matter.
The rest of my family (a mom, a step dad, a sister, a dog, two cats and five rats) still have no where to go. Literally. And my sister is supposed to start college in September.
This isn’t the first time we’ve got through this whole breadwinner looses his job/move out routine. It doesn’t get any funnier. Or easier.
I keep thinking that oh… I could find a job, right? But I’m going to university, full time, for the first time, and also living on my own. The thought of juggling a job scares me shitless, but I know it has been done and can be done.
I feel utterly alone.