When I started this blog, I did it so I could have an outlet for my love of photography, fashion and everything in between. Sure, lately my posts haven’t been about those things that I love so much and that’s ok with me. This blog is also a place where, I can let out my emotions for the situations, that have been running through my mind. Of course, when I started this blog a couple of months ago, I promise myself that I wasn’t going share so much info about my personal life ( I’m not the big sharing kind). However, these past couples of weeks have been very hard not only on me, but to the people I love. Therefore, I’m just going to say it because I need to say it and I don’t know whom else to talk to. Some might not even read this (Most!) because nowadays people only care about the visually part and not the story that comes with said picture. I guess people are just too shallow to care about anything else but a pretty picture and the pretty things that come with it.
In past two weeks my family and me have been living in a one room, two-bedroom hotel. The reason why is because the injustice of a former landlord, who wanted to do anything to kick us out and he finally succeed (There’s more to this story, however right now. I’m not a liberty to say much more!). Now before anybody give there two cent into why we cannot just move in to another place. Let me just say ! This was a last minute decision made by a man, who was giving to much power! It is also really hard to move into another place, when you don’t have the money to do so. Sure, we have the money for a place, but we don’t have enough of it (The rent is to damn high), and also consider the fact that, we’re where living in a hotel and that shit doesn’t come cheap. After this Friday, I really don’t know what’s going to happen to us. I’m going crazy, as it is here, without getting much sleep mentally and physically.
I sometime look at the people who are also staying here, but not for the same situation (I Think!) and think to myself. “After there stay here is over. They get to go home”! Nevertheless, I don’t have a place to call home anymore; I really don’t know where home is anymore. I really want to go back to my regular life without feeling as if my days are numbered and my hotel life will be gone. Then where will my family and I be? I’m trying so hard to stay strong here, however it’s getting really difficult to do so. When every time you find some hope, there’s something around that corner, ready to take it all away again. I know this is just a very bumpy road and we’ll get through it, but the bumps in road are getting to bumper and all I want to do is take the easy way out and get off. But that’s not an option I’m willing to do.
I’m not asking for help or pity. I’m just wanted whoever read this to pray for us and to know that we’re strong family. Who’ve been through much worse than this and somehow (God willing!), we’re get out of this mess. Thank you! To whoever read this!