Life has an unexpected way of humbling you in the most dramatic ways.
This particular story took a while to write because I had an extraordinarily tumultuous November, and my pride pretty much interfered with my desire to write a post about the struggle I endured right after the election, but I was encouraged to share.
Imagine this scenario; a certain person has just won the 2016 presidential election to the horror and dismay of millions. The day after, you’re trying to keep it together to not worry your parents about your mental state, but as you’re finding things to deploy to divert yourself from the emotional pain and denial (like watching Chewing Gum), you receive a call from the powers of attorney of the elderly person you live with in New York City (because the rent is outrageous on the Upper West side) that you need to move out immediately. Granted, you’re willing because you understand that said elderly person has developed dementia and needs a full-time caretaker, and you’ve already agreed to move within three months. No, this person now wants you out immediately even though you won’t return to the city until 3 days later.
This was the scenario, more or less, that I encountered when I was in Pennsylvania during the election. It caught me off guard, as life often does, and put me in an untenable position that would have lasting implications for my lodging in New York City. After 7 years of living on the Upper West Side, I was forced to evacuate. Life came at me hard right then.
As it happens, I have great friends in the city who sympathized with my situation and agreed to help during this time, which also coincided with the Thanksgiving Holiday.
Friend no. 1 offered a place to stay and store things for a few weeks, which I immediately agreed to given my dire straits and necessity for a home-base. Feeling blue as I was in the days after the aforementioned event took place, and as I rented a U-haul and moved out within 2.5 days, I received an invitation to join friend no. 2’s family and friends for dinner. As you can imagine, Thanksgiving was the furthest thing from my mind, but I agreed because I knew I’d want to have Thanksgiving dinner somewhere. I’m glad I took friend no. 2’s offer because that dinner was absolutely divine; the spread included anything you’d want including some extras, and I felt like I was at home.
I continue to surf couches at the moment, but it’s great to have a support system to rely on during a time of need.