Ten Days.
Ten days until I have to vacate my apartment. Have it clean and hand over the keys.
But to date, I have no place to move to.
I've turned in paperwork and references to a prospective property manager. Which is much like a job interview being that a rejection in both situations can lead to homelessness.
Plan B, or actually the parallel plan is: I'm renting a storage unit tomorrow and move my stuff into it. At least my home's contents will have a home. I and the children will live in our car like some first world Beduins.
or ... I hear I'm approved and actually move into a place.
I'm hoping for the later.
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