The Woman’s Hat

The Hat

A crowded public library: She was wearing a large hat, like the ones in a 50s film. It had been raining hard, but the hat was dry. The woman came towards me. She tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around and she handed me a piece of paper. This is bad, I said to myself as I looked at it. It isn’t right. The paper was all legal stuff, something about having to appear in court for eviction. I have been evicted ever since I came back to the U.S. I have been foreclosed on again, just like I was in Atlanta in 2005. I don’t have a home. I don’t have anything.

 

 

 

 

 

The Other Place

Friday, December 12, 2008: This is a home. The other place is not a home. The other place is whatever, but it’s not a house, a place to really stay around. And I’m going back tomorrow.

Finding a Home

Saturday, May 24, 2008: Finding a new home for myself and my little cat is proving to be harder than I thought. I have placed an ad on craigslist and some of the responses are from men who think I am an illegal immigrant or worse. I am a US citizen and I have had bad luck these past few years. I want a chance to start all over again.

Rope

Monday, May 5, 2008: I cannot tell you how this situation makes me feel. The thought of not doing things the way I need to do them makes me very unhappy. It seems like an unreasonable request but it isn’t. A home, a place where I can belong. That’s all.