In Milwaukee!
Woohoo! By which I mean I have most things sorted except for the transportation, and I hope to have that figured out soon. Ish. Thankfully Wisconsin is apparently one of those states that responds quickly to applications for assistance. I already have my food assistance sorted, as well as my health insurance, such as it is. So for now, I sit in my room in a very old house riddled with ants and asshole housemates and without air conditioning, ordering groceries from Amazon Fresh and not going anywhere because every trip costs me between bollocking $20 to $30.
Ah but it’ll all be fine soon enough. I’ll have my bus cripple bus pass and have all my prescriptions filled and will go out and see people and do things and maybe even move to a half way decent house in a half way decent neighborhood…
Goddamn I am tired of repeating the same shit to myself every few months then do it all fucking over again. This is it. I’m not moving anymore. Hell or high water, I’m staying in Milwaukee. I can’t do it anymore.
I won’t.