Listening to: MGS5 OST
Eating: Mixed veggies
Alright, so if you have been following my journals, would would see that I complain a lot. Rightfully so, too.
But, this last week, things started to change.
Sunday: Had a fight with my brother. Was called brain-damaged and many other worse names. Meds stolen again. That night, hear a friend had offered me a place to stay since she knows everything I am going through. I decide to take time to really think about her offer.
Monday: Trivia contest at the school. Won $100 and split it with a friend because she helped me with the answers. (Also, it is worth mentioning that she and I made an agreement. She won a spot to the final round with me by dancing, and we agreed that if either one of us win, we split the winnings.)
Tuesday: Bit uneventful, but I went through our school's Christmas Bazaar where they had different vendors selling goods for great prices. I met a lady that works for Mary Kay (an Avon-like cosmetics company) had my makeup done for the day and entered a raffle for a free makeover/free makeup to take home.
Wednesday: Pretty calm day at school. Butted heads with my brother that turned out to be a big "You will never see your niece ever again." Type fight.
Thursday: Upset while arriving to school. Didn't sleep the night before. Went to counselor and spoke about the bad thing's going on at home; how my brother is a drug-using post alcoholism maniac that practically holds me and the family in a hostage-like situation using dirt and blackmail against us to get what he wants. Counselor says I should move out and tells me different Ideas. I mention the idea from Sunday and proceeded to ask friend about her offer. Before I know it, the plan is set in stone.
So, next month, on the 21st, I move to St. Louis and start anew. The only conditions being that I do some housework that I can do (nothing to aggravate my back or left wrist. I can sweep, dust, and garden.) And do some data-entry work for her business. I also must stay in school, so I am already transferring everything over. This good-luck streak has been amazing, and is helping me out with so much! I owe my friend a lot for her help and will do what I can. Especially since this is actually a second-chance living with her. (her last apartment was too small to accommodate me, but now she has a big house and offers me either the basement or the guest room.)
Another good thing is that this counselor I am seeing, whom I have only met once, is throwing all of his resources on the table. He is leading me to every state program he can think of to make sure I can transition with the best possible scenario. If he has direct connections, he will use them. He is also double checking that these will transfer with me as I move across the state.
So wish me luck!