The view from the Tenderloin
he View from the Tenderloin:
It's still dark and quiet outside my windows, a bit dark inside myself as well. I'm getting the keys to my new apartment tomorrow, and I've made arrangements for a vehicle to help me move. A new start, a new home. My facebook friends are growing in importance to me, and I am grateful for their continued support. The support I've gotten from medical professionals here make me realize how fortunate I am to be living in SF. I have a telephone appointment with my psychiatrist this afternoon, and I'm organizing my thoughts for that.
It's frustrating to me, that after four years, I'm still struggling with retirement. Something, on the face of it,that should be simple, it's not. I'm moving from my beautiful Hyde Street apartment. An old fashioned three room studio with eight foot ceilings, wooden floors, and bay windows, because of problems with management caused by my inability to control the situation. A failing by any standard. I've been called weak, and I'm ashamed of that. My two close friends here, I realize now, have both been abusive, and I feel adrift. I have to rethink everything.
After I get moved, I'm going to spend some time alone, and do just that.
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