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9/27: The Aftermath

As mentioned this morning, storage was completely caught up thanks to many amazing people. So, I had to get a new lock and go up to my unit. My friend came with me, partly so I could show her the insanity of my storage. As she’s on the street right now, she asked if I had anything in there for warmth. I gave her a fleece blanket and a towel (she mentioned that she didn’t have one, and I have extras… don’t ask.)

I’ll definitely need to wash everything in there once I move. Ugh. But I’ll make it. I think once I get stuff out of there into an apartment, I can manage organizing everything better. Will still need a small army of stronger humans to help. I can basically peel one layer of stuff back and that’s about it. It’s frustrating because I can assemble furniture a few times a week and no problems (well, I do tire a bit and am sore the next day), but trying to dig into my stuff in storage? Nope. The sustained lifting and such is just too much. I have offers from a few people, including the above mentioned friend’s boyfriend. Another person is ready and willing to summon that small army of guys to help. I just need to get two things first: pallets and casters. I can get the pallets for free, but still need to find a cheap source for casters (heavy duty, locking).

Now to keep rent on it caught up and get those things. Then I can summon the small army. I just have to figure out where to stash the pallets while I wait. And getting them… most places that offer them are way out where I’d need a vehicle. Anyone has tips for local sources, let me know.

~A

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9/27: FUNDED!!

I’m still kinda groggy, but storage has been funded and now all I need to do is go over there to pay it off.

Earlier this week, I wrote a post about Forced Gratitude.

Gratitude is something no one should ever demand or require. Anyone who does, it makes them come across as a manipulative abuser. Think about it. In an abusive relationship, the abuser may say things such as “you can’t make it on your own, so you have to stay… I do everything for you…” and others… all in a bid for obesiense.

But today, and the last several days (as well as times this has happened before) are where true gratitude comes up. I wouldn’t be able to save my belongings today and have them available for when I get a place soon, if it weren’t for the community online and in this world. I am absolutely eternally grateful for the help from people all over. Friends and strangers alike.

Being homeless sucks. Being poor sucks. Being both makes me see that there is so much that needs to be done to improve our society. No one should have to crowdfund paying for storage or medical bills, or insulin, diapers, food, etc… the list is endless. It shouldn’t have to be.

As I transition out of homelessness, I absolutely will lend my voice to the need for change in society.

Again, I thank everyone who has helped, from the bottom of my heart and soul.

~Amanda

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9/26: before I fall asleep #crowdfunding

Last call for the night. Still stagnant at needing $250. If anyone can get me closer, that would be awesome.

One thing I intend on getting into once I’m out of the shelter is becoming more of a voice for the rights of homeless. We get told we have no rights. That is unacceptable in today’s society.

But storage and getting out of here first.

~A

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9/26: 9PM, Still so close! #crowdfunding #urgent #auction

SHARE ME!!!!! So close… still about $250 shy. (yes, that’s Berke Breathed’s Bill the Cat… he represents how I feel right now)

This will be short… just like me.

The idea right now is that the donations from today on the GFM likely will NOT post tomorrow (it takes a couple of business days).

BUT!!!

If I can get the last $250 via PayPal and pay what I have between PP and GFM and then pay with the rest when it clears… I’m hoping they’ll let me go through with it. We’re just that close. It’s roughly $225 waiting to clear. That’s pretty freaking close, in my opinion. Then it’ll be paid up and I can start October with just that month’s rent up.

And if/when I get into this apartment, I’ll be able to remove a good chunk of what’s in there and downsize to a smaller storage unit. The apartment I’m hoping to get isn’t big. It’s a teeny studio, so I’ll have to be smart in what goes in there. I have stuff in storage (IKEA Ivar shelving to cover nearly every inch of wall for one thing) that can help me maximize the space. Then organize what remains in storage and I’ll only be a couple blocks away so I can access it easily.

But I need to save my stuff first.

With help.

Almost there.

I’m giving it 12 hours from now (9AM) to get the last bit. That’ll give me time to get on transit and bust ass over there (as I’m currently NOT two blocks away from storage) before auction at noon.

~A

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9/26: $250 remaining #crowdfunding

$250 REMAINING!! ALL HANDS PAWS ON DECK!!

Give or take a few bucks due to fees from GFM and PayPal (I find it mildly amusing and moderately frustrating that the CS people at PP say that using a donation button doesn’t incur fees… umm, yes… yes it does),

There’s a total of $1000 in GFM, some of which likely won’t transfer in time. Maybe it will… that would be a nice small miracle. But I doubt it. I’ll likely show up Friday. So I’ll need to show them there’s more in the pipeline, but it won’t post in time. I’ll head down there in the morning before auction…

The rest of it is in PayPal. $242, give or take a buck or two. I estimate so I can remember the numbers easier. I want to get what I can give them tomorrow as close as possible so I can then pull it and phone in the rest when it posts.

I still also have a vet bill, but Portia isn’t going anywhere for now, and Dove Lewis knows my situation.

A friend who can’t help this week, but can send some money next week after his own financial dust settles, can likely cover the vet bill… so I’m not hugely worried about that part at this very moment. I don’t know how much he’ll send, but likely enough to cover it. Just not this week. So, vet bill can get some of that.

I just need ALL PAWS ON DECK!!!!

Just a little more… We’re over the 2/3rds mark… 1/6th left…

And maybe I’ll celebrate a bit next Tuesday… I had hoped to be out of this shelter by then, but if I’m allowed one night to let loose and drink a couple while having dinner, I’ll be a happy birthday girl.

Let’s make this happen… just a little more!

~A

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9/26: 18 hours… #crowdfunding

18 HOURS LEFT!!! SHARE MEEEE!!!!! PAYPAL ONLY!

There’s a little more in the GFM because a few people haven’t noticed my comments in a group about not using that at this point. I’d be amazed if it showed up in my account tomorrow. I doubt it will.

I’ll continue posting stuff tonight until I’m too tired to do anything more… then start back up in the morning.

I’ll find things to blog about for the 7pm hour…

~A

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9/25: #crowdfunding #update

***SHARE ME!!!!!***

Not much to report. There’s $758 (well, minus the percentage WePay takes) from GFM. Between that and what I’m getting from my latest tasks, I’ll have a total hovering just under $900.

The really GOOD news is that my new PP card showed up today. I wasn’t sure if it would show before Thursday, but it has.

I still need to get up to $1400 (just checked the emails… $1493) or so before NOON on Thursday 9/27. Once I’m done at the dentist in the morning, I’ll start blogging and working on getting the rest of it. My Case Manager working on job stuff *may* be able to get a bit of it, but the short notice and amount may not work in my favor on that front. So, I’ll need about $500 600 and change (my phone bill may take a small chunk of it… timing sucks ass) before noon Thursday.

The good thing amidst all of this mess is that I did my application for the apartment today. I got to see the apartment and it is tiny, but yanno what? That’s fine. It’s still bigger than the 8×10 room Portia and I have been living in the past six months. I can focus on getting my life back together. Get back to the basics that make me who I am.

Climbing back out of the abyss of homelessness. I can do this. With help from the community at large.

~A

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9/25: Forced Gratitude (& #crowdfunding #urgent)

[#crowdfunding plea at bottom this time. two days left before auction. see the bottom of this post]

Over the weekend, I lashed out in frustration and PTSD-related anger at the agency that runs the shelter I’m in. Yesterday, I got a verbal lashing about it from the person who runs this building. The words that stuck with me the most were about gratitude. That I should be grateful they’ve let me stay longer than the normal length of time.

Gratitude first: No one should be told they HAVE to be grateful for something. Am I grateful? Yes. Should that equate to forced silence and obeisance? No. I’ve spent most of my life allowing people to walk all over me and tell me how to act (did I follow their rules every time? No, but that’s a whole other post). If living here has taught me one thing, it’s to not be silent when shit goes sideways.

Am I grateful? Yes. Should I play the nice little quiet obedient resident who shows her gratitude by not speaking up? No. Fuck that noise. I will be loud. I will be vocal. I will NOT be silenced because my voice and words make someone uncomfortable. The crap I had tweeted about was painful. Triggered my PTSD as well as anxiety, and I know I wasn’t the only one who was having a hard time with it.

The person who chided me for “not being grateful” wasn’t here. Her weekend was disturbed every so slightly by phone calls. Mine and the others here? Much more.

Once I’m out of here and my time being homeless is over, I will be able to recap the things I see as wrong and right about our systems here in the Rose City.

One thing I will address now, though, is the intended length of time they think is adequate for us to find housing. Four Months.

Now, if you have a job and just need to be somewhere to save up and get back on your feet, fine. Also, if you’re looking for work that is along the lines of grocery, retail, food service, and doesn’t require long application processes, this can work.

But what about those like me? Those with disabilities and/or advanced education who need to work in other environments? The 4 month concept is flawed. Many white collar jobs take much longer to get through the process. And if you need to rework your resume or switch career paths, 4 months is definitely nowhere near enough.

I was told I should be more grateful that they’ve let me stay longer than the 4 months.

Forced Gratitude is not real gratitude. No one should demand it. Ever.

~A

#crowdfunding: I’m moving closer to needing access to my belongings. I’m just over the halfway point for paying off storage, but I need help. Auction is on Thursday at noon. I’ll have roughly $900 by the time the rest of what’s in the GFM and my own income clears. I need about $1400. Before noon on Thursday the 27th. Please spread the word. Thank you. I am grateful for all the help I can get. Real gratitude. Not forced.

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9/23: Halp? #crowdfunding #emergency

***AUCTION IS COMING UP ON 9/27***

JUST OVER HALFWAY TO FUNDED GOAL!!!

Time is running out on getting funds before auction Thursday. Some semi-good news, though. Apparently PayPal DID override the “no P.O. Box” bull and I’m getting a new card after all. Bad news: it only mailed Saturday. I don’t know exactly when it will show up, but they say 7-10 days. So it may not get here in time for 9/27.

Despite a few people sharing posts, nothing has happened. I will maybe have some funds from today and tomorrow in the mix, but it depends on when those post to my account (have to do those jobs first, and then there’s a delay).

I’ve run out of being on their good graces in terms of letting me get away with partial payments and the like. I know I’ll need the full amount of roughly $1400. I have about $3 in checking and $.42 cents in PayPal. I’m not going to ask the handful of people who have sent larger chunks in the past as I know their patience with me has likely worn very thin.

To those I need to pay back: I will do so as soon as possible.

Everyone else, I still desperately need help. I have some family heirlooms in there that mean the world to me, along with items that are one-of-a-kind and mean more to me as they are a part of my memories (the good ones) from childhood. My costumes, music, sheet music (some out of print and were my mothers). While much of this may not have much in resale value, they mean everything to me. My mother’s copy of Handel’s Messiah, in book form, that’s ratty and well-used… and over 100 years old. Choir notes and all. My mother and I never really got along that well, but we had music in common. We’ve both sung Handel’s Messiah multiple times.

Nearly every item in that storage unit is worthless to the rest of the world… but not to me. Once I get into an apartment again, I’ll be able to move what’s left into a much smaller unit.

I just need the chance to do all of that. Reorganizing it, downsizing some of it, pulling what I need out as opposed to storing it… then keeping everything organizing so I can easily find what I need.

I just need that chance. If I lose it all, I won’t have that chance. So, I need help.

~A

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9/22: Political Divide Ponderings (and #crowdfunding)

[Before I get to politics, I need to raise the funds for storage before Monday because of transfer time for GFM and PayPal. Any sharing or donation is greatly appreciated. See the stickied note for more info. Basically: auction is on 9/27 and I don’t have my PP debit card, so everything has to be transferred over to my checking account. I have two days before the transfers will be too late.]

I have always been in the “Bleeding Heart Liberal” category. I knew at 15 that I was going to register Democrat. My parents were both registered Republicans. But from a time when Republicans were more liberal (Dad was an Eisenhower Republican) and Dems were more conservative. My mother was originally a Democrat, from back in the day before parties switched views. She switched to Republican, around when she married my dad. I think because her views were so conservative, he nudged her to change affiliation to match her views. Dad, however, was pro-choice and all the other stuff. He voted Republican, but man, he was liberal through and through.

By the time I was 18, I knew Democrat was where I belonged. Some of my views have a twinge of Libertarian in them, but I’m staunchly a Dem. When I got my voter ID card at 18, I showed it to my dad, who joked, “Where did we go wrong with you?” I knew he was messing with me in a good way. Remember, he was quite liberal and I am such my father’s daughter. He knew, in his own quiet way, that I was in the right spot.


Flash forward to this past week. A couple days ago, I got into a debate with a conservative woman from this shelter. Here’s where my pondering begins.

How can someone who is homeless/poor/etc and reasonably intelligent stand by politicians who are so vehemently against them? I’m talking about the Liar in Chief. I usually just use ’45’ to refer to him, and will do so the rest of this post.

How does a woman who served in the military and depends on the VA in all its brokenness support a man who cuts spending for the very system she uses?

How can someone who is living in a shelter that depends on federal grant money to help people say that the government shouldn’t be the ones who help the poor and disabled, but that churches should be?

The debate happened while we were waiting for the MAX train back from her first trip to IKEA is several years. When we got on the train, I was so pissed, I just started ignoring her. She turned to a man on the other side of her and started in about “ignorant liberals”

*twitch*

*twitch*

The one thing I got clearly from her was this: she got her advanced education later in life (a Bachelor’s in Science [B.S.] in something) and had dropped a class because the professor made something clear about some sort of view that was decidedly more liberal than conservative. She then went into how she was glad she didn’t pursue her degree when she was younger because she might have been convinced and brainwashed back then to agree with this more liberal view.

As with everything involving the women in this shelter (other than the backstabbing and lies some pull), it all has mostly blown over and she’s all smiles again with me. Meh. I’ll move on and chat again with her. Just not today.


This is why I ponder these things:

I am innately curious about the human condition and psyche. Always have been. Ever since I was out of diapers, I either had a camera in my hand or was observing people in how they acted, reacted, and interacted. I wanted to understand human behavior from the time I was really little.

I’ve long joked that I’m really an alien from another planet who was dropped off here to observe human behavior. Sometimes, it doesn’t really feel like that much of a joke. I’ve always felt different. Like I wasn’t the same. Not human. My physiology is the same, save for a few oddities, but I am essentially a human being. I just don’t feel like I am one.

I want to understand why people behave how they do, believe things they do, act how they do. I’ve always been the one who asked questions and looked for answers. As a kid, I was always pulling random things from the yard and putting them under our little 3x microscope. I wasn’t big on dissection once we got to that in school, but I wanted to learn about other things.

Why are we seemingly always at war with each other?

Why do we so easily fear and then hate each other because of differences?

I know that second one is partly why I feel so different. I choose not to fear the differences. I’m curious about why the differences are there, and want to examine those differences. I love and embrace my curiosity. I want to absorb and learn and experience those differences. And I’ve never understood why others don’t want the same.

To choose being informed over conformity.

~A