lpavelchak0204
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As Lemony Snicket started out so do I, "due to a series of unfortunate events" I am now dwelling in my vehicle. This blog is about my day to day struggles, thoughts, and adventures.
The beginning of my demise can be summed up as me making a series of poor choices over my lifetime and doing it repeatedly.
It all started many, many years ago and I won't go into all the gory details but sum them up into a few brief paragraphs.
I married the wrong person for the wrong reasons and ended up saddled with a criminal background for financial fraud as did my now ex hubster. So, I have a 30 year old ball and chain I'm still dragging. The only great thing that came out of this decision are my now adult sons.
Because of my background and having three children I quit working and was a homemaker for decades. The silver lining here is that once all the boys were in school I was in school as well. So, I do have a Florida A.A. degree and have a lot of course work towards a B.A. and I took a lot of various college level classes that interested me. This gave my hubster and I tax credits for decades.
Sadly in and around the 2010 time frame my hubster's income changed drastically due to the economy and our home was foreclosed forcing us into a rental apartment with my 3rd son who was almost 17 at the time.
In November of 2011 after dinner, a few days before the hubster's major milestone birthday, and two weeks before our lease renewal he surprised me with divorce papers. This basically dropped me out of my middle class life style and deep six'd me into poverty.
A good friend of mine who lived in a different part of the state invited me to come and live with her. She was alone and battling cancer and having me there would help her with transportation and chores. She lived in government subsidized housing and quickly added me in as a care taker. After a few months she died and the housing authority gave me two weeks to be out.
So, I moved into my mother's vacation home in a really nice area of Florida where my oldest son had been living for a few years. Sadly, he had a huge drug and alcohol problem and had sold all of his grandmother's belongings, which she was unaware of. I made the poor choice of not telling her the totality of it as I didn't want my son on the streets and wanted to get him into treatment. Well, a year and a half later he had been in and out of rehab and was still struggling with his addictions and Grandma made a surprise visit and freaked out.
She wanted him out and he had nowhere to go and this resulted in both of us being ejected from her vacation home by the court. Going for what I knew I quickly enrolled in the University and moved into a studio apartment on University Row. Where I lived for roughly nine months or so.
My son landed on the streets and spent five months on the homeless circuit doing drugs with his now pregnant girlfriend who had been homeless for several years. He got arrested and was charged with aggravated assault and was given two years in the state prison.
His girl friend who was very pregnant moved in with me at the studio and after 2 months she was able to get the assistance of several charitable organization get us moved into a two bedroom apartment in the hood. My granddaughter was born about 5 weeks later and her mom quickly went back to drinking and drugging. When the lease was up the complex would not renew. So, I moved in an apartment in a much more affordable area of the state. I lost my granddaughter when the state realized my son wasn't listed as the father on the birth certificate.
Then my son was released and I made the poor decision of moving him in with me. This worked fine for a while but in this area there aren't really any jobs and he quickly fell into drinking and drugging and fighting, which was not appropriate for the apartment complex.
Now, I'm on my own and on the streets myself. I don't have the funds, background, or the rental record to allow me to move into a new place that I can afford. There are no jobs in the area I was in, so I relocated to a larger Florida city with lots of young people in it and several schools.
And that is how this adventure began.
My vehicle ~ 2002 Lincoln Town Car Executive Edition
I named her Pookie. Huge trunk and lots of room to recline. She gets 18 mpg city and 22 on the highway. She has tinted windows and the windows in the back are tinted a lot darker. People mistake her for a cab all the time.
I have a storage unit that is 10 ft by 20 ft and $140 a month. I can fit all my stuff and Pookie in this. Its 0.3 miles from a bus transfer point. So, I can garage Pookie when needed and ride the extensive bus system with my bus pass.
Bus passes are $35 a month, $17.50 with a student ID, and free from various charities in the area.
Sadly, I got thrown into this new life style before I had a chance to research it. Because of that I am in a regular routine and my research has shown me this isn't good. So, I now have a regular routine and numerous bad habits.
My biggest bad habit is I sleep during the day ~ in a parking structure, a campus lot, the RTA car park at Wally World. At night since I am in an area with lots and lots of wild and crazy young people I frequent numerous 24 hr places restaurants, washterias, etc.
I don't cook and eat dry cereal, fruit, and at mostly feedings ~ The Sally, churches, The Market Place. I've lost 18 pounds in a couple of weeks.
The beginning of my demise can be summed up as me making a series of poor choices over my lifetime and doing it repeatedly.
It all started many, many years ago and I won't go into all the gory details but sum them up into a few brief paragraphs.
I married the wrong person for the wrong reasons and ended up saddled with a criminal background for financial fraud as did my now ex hubster. So, I have a 30 year old ball and chain I'm still dragging. The only great thing that came out of this decision are my now adult sons.
Because of my background and having three children I quit working and was a homemaker for decades. The silver lining here is that once all the boys were in school I was in school as well. So, I do have a Florida A.A. degree and have a lot of course work towards a B.A. and I took a lot of various college level classes that interested me. This gave my hubster and I tax credits for decades.
Sadly in and around the 2010 time frame my hubster's income changed drastically due to the economy and our home was foreclosed forcing us into a rental apartment with my 3rd son who was almost 17 at the time.
In November of 2011 after dinner, a few days before the hubster's major milestone birthday, and two weeks before our lease renewal he surprised me with divorce papers. This basically dropped me out of my middle class life style and deep six'd me into poverty.
A good friend of mine who lived in a different part of the state invited me to come and live with her. She was alone and battling cancer and having me there would help her with transportation and chores. She lived in government subsidized housing and quickly added me in as a care taker. After a few months she died and the housing authority gave me two weeks to be out.
So, I moved into my mother's vacation home in a really nice area of Florida where my oldest son had been living for a few years. Sadly, he had a huge drug and alcohol problem and had sold all of his grandmother's belongings, which she was unaware of. I made the poor choice of not telling her the totality of it as I didn't want my son on the streets and wanted to get him into treatment. Well, a year and a half later he had been in and out of rehab and was still struggling with his addictions and Grandma made a surprise visit and freaked out.
She wanted him out and he had nowhere to go and this resulted in both of us being ejected from her vacation home by the court. Going for what I knew I quickly enrolled in the University and moved into a studio apartment on University Row. Where I lived for roughly nine months or so.
My son landed on the streets and spent five months on the homeless circuit doing drugs with his now pregnant girlfriend who had been homeless for several years. He got arrested and was charged with aggravated assault and was given two years in the state prison.
His girl friend who was very pregnant moved in with me at the studio and after 2 months she was able to get the assistance of several charitable organization get us moved into a two bedroom apartment in the hood. My granddaughter was born about 5 weeks later and her mom quickly went back to drinking and drugging. When the lease was up the complex would not renew. So, I moved in an apartment in a much more affordable area of the state. I lost my granddaughter when the state realized my son wasn't listed as the father on the birth certificate.
Then my son was released and I made the poor decision of moving him in with me. This worked fine for a while but in this area there aren't really any jobs and he quickly fell into drinking and drugging and fighting, which was not appropriate for the apartment complex.
Now, I'm on my own and on the streets myself. I don't have the funds, background, or the rental record to allow me to move into a new place that I can afford. There are no jobs in the area I was in, so I relocated to a larger Florida city with lots of young people in it and several schools.
And that is how this adventure began.
My vehicle ~ 2002 Lincoln Town Car Executive Edition
I named her Pookie. Huge trunk and lots of room to recline. She gets 18 mpg city and 22 on the highway. She has tinted windows and the windows in the back are tinted a lot darker. People mistake her for a cab all the time.
I have a storage unit that is 10 ft by 20 ft and $140 a month. I can fit all my stuff and Pookie in this. Its 0.3 miles from a bus transfer point. So, I can garage Pookie when needed and ride the extensive bus system with my bus pass.
Bus passes are $35 a month, $17.50 with a student ID, and free from various charities in the area.
Sadly, I got thrown into this new life style before I had a chance to research it. Because of that I am in a regular routine and my research has shown me this isn't good. So, I now have a regular routine and numerous bad habits.
My biggest bad habit is I sleep during the day ~ in a parking structure, a campus lot, the RTA car park at Wally World. At night since I am in an area with lots and lots of wild and crazy young people I frequent numerous 24 hr places restaurants, washterias, etc.
I don't cook and eat dry cereal, fruit, and at mostly feedings ~ The Sally, churches, The Market Place. I've lost 18 pounds in a couple of weeks.
