If We Were Having Coffee

I saw one of my favorite bloggers, Jamie at The Perpetual  Page Turner do one of these, and I thought it was genius. I love getting to know the person behind the blog so to speak. At the moment I am drinking an orange LaCroix.  Gotta get all my water in. No matter what your beverage of choice may be, come along and let us talk about what is going on in my life at the moment

I am moving on Sunday, so I have not had much time to sit and read. I will be glad not to have the Government dictate what I can and can’t do. Don’t get me wrong living with a Section 8 and all that is fine if you are sick and broke and are so far gone in your mental illness no one wants live with you cough then it is great to have a place to live so that you don’t end up on the streets. However, I have been stable for a long time, and I am finally at a place where I feel like it is time to take a giant leap forward. I know that I would have never struck out on my very own so the Universe put some things into play that made it necessary to bid farewell to this tiny ass apartment. No, it was nothing bad or even that newsworthy. I basically mad too much money to have a section 8 AND apparently Donald Trump is God now and can decide who is and who is not disabled. I fell into the not handicapped camp. Yeah that was news to me also. I mean it is not like bipolar can be cured but no matter The Orange God has spoken, and since this apartment building is only for disabled people on Section 8 I find myself having to go out in the world. So, that is what I am doing.  Well, first I am making an extended pit stop at my mother’s house while I figure out what is next. I mean I am a ghostwriter, so I can work anywhere, but WHERE I want to go next, I have no idea.

If we were having coffee, I would tell you how much I hate being able to eat only certain foods and in limited amounts, BUT I Love losing weight and feeling like I am not only living but that am thriving.

If we were having coffee, I would probably talk your ear off about my Choclear Ear Implant and how amazing they are. You would never even guess I spent most of my life around Deaf people that use ASL. I like to joke that I am gonna be the next poster child for the Alexander Graham Bell Foundation. None of my friends from Gallaudet were amused. Ah well, I thought it was funny. It sooo nice to be able to interact with people that do not sign and it is even better than I can listen to podcasts and audiobooks.

If we were having coffee, I would tell you that audiobooks were the best invention ever. I mean you can listen to an audiobook almost anywhere. Even in places where it would be considered rude to whip out a book, you can just load an audiobook on your phone, and no one has to know. Well, no one has to know around ME because My implants have Bluetooth. If you are the person that has to stick those headphones in your ears than that may be a dead giveaway that you are not entirely in the present moment.

If we were having coffee, I would tell you all about the health kick I am on. I am experimenting with a more holistic way of health. Which for me is Young Living essential oils, following the gluten-free Vegan lifestyle and even getting rid of what was once a shitton of toxic “friends.” I feel so much better both physically and mentally.

If we were having coffee, I would tell you that I have a severe case of wanderlust and that I hope to start traveling and living the laptop lifestyle next year. Which is the main reason I am staying at my parents’ house is so that I can save every penny that I can.

If we were having coffee, I would tell you that I am nervous as to what the next phase of my life will bring, but it is also time to get out of this government apartment, more importantly, a landlord who write your ass up for the tiniest infraction. I have lived in a well-off neighborhood before, and unless it was a visible crack house or you failed to pay your rent, you would never even see the landlord. But in a HUD apartment, they find a speck of dust and write your ass up. That is right it is like an extension of high school all over again.  I can’t even begin to tell you how many times I got a paper under my door listing that days infractions it seemed like.