Today I wake up and eat my breakfast in silence. Alone. I am actually kinda happy with that. I listen to some podcasts and read the news before leaving to get a couple of documents together. I’m going to my mom’s today to have a meeting regarding my eviction notice. My mom still lives with my dad. I can’t ask him to do anything, though, I guess. I was always so used to having to ask for stuff, that I completely forgot I could get people to do what I want for me. My mom, for instance, is not as bad as my dad, and I actually don’t mind asking her to help me with everything. It makes me feel like she loves me. I know that this is a small thing, but it’s something that makes me happy.
I get to my mom’s apartment at 5:30. The place is very nice. There is a roof terrace, an elevator that goes up and down (where can you find something like that in an apartment building?!), and all rooms have their own AC units. All of the furniture is in good shape. The appliances were also all upgraded recently, so there is a full washer/dryer, a coff