Tomorrow's Goal
Guess I'll be hanging in Lois' neighborhood. We felt a little more optimistic until we contacted a property management company that seemed suspect.
Is everyone a criminal? Sigh.
We're to the point where apartment living might be our only option. There's some apartment building near the old nail salon I used to go about five years ago. There's got to be a catch but my mom wants to clean more before the Great Fava shows up with his photography crew and I guess I'm kicked out for part of the day.
Oh well. Hopefully I don't lower the property values. It'll be another exercise in futility.
I didn't think I would be rolling in dough at my age but damn. This is hard. Even harder at my age.
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