I want desperately to write. There’s a burning, yearning.
I am raw. I feel so very alone. I am homeless.
A hotel room lovingly provided. A night in the spare room of a dear friend. Moving forward, two weeks offered of a sofa in the efficiency apartment of another. Applications to places for the displaced that are full, at present.
Finally, the notion of the fact that Tommy Boy Kitty will most likely not be able to share with me in this new, sudden life.
Prayers all around, folks. Gonna need ’em.
I am so sorry to hear this! Positive thoughts and many prayers coming your way.
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Thank you!
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Desperately seeking . . .
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For me, it’s love. I can never get enough!
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It sounds like you’re looking for it too
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Best of luck. 🍀
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Thank you and God bless you.
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Thinking of you and hoping for the best possible outcome. Call if you want to chat. Can’t find your number. XOXO – The Mellow Bee
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Thanks, Mel!
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Healing thoughts and warm energy sent your way, wrapped in an endless embrace. Love you, Sam. xoxoxo
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Terri, I always welcome your virtual hugs and love, Dear One. ❤
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Hoping you are okay…it sucks being homeless, I’ve had a couple of short stints at it myself in years far past. Stay strong and keep your eyes open for that right spot, you’ll find it. ~MB
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