So, in the last, say, two weeks, a lot of crap has gone down. We were basically kicked out of the house we were living in because we weren't getting along with the family we were living with. We decided that we'd move to Idaho after scrapping the idea of Oregon. We met two stoners along the way, it was awesome. Salt Lake city is huge! The traffic is insane as well. My brother drove a U-haul through it though, I was impressed. It was his first time driving for more then 30 minutes. He drove a total of say...3 hours? And out of the nine we drove, that's a bit. It was a long drive, my cat was pissed, but it was fun. I got a lot of hot chocolate out of it!
Once we reached Idaho, we checked into a Super 8. It was nice, but expensive. After a while, we couldn't stay and moved to a Motel six, which was HORRIBLE. Bad internet, bad service. Well that only worked for about a day or so, and then we got help from our church and stayed at a hotel called Motel West. Stayed there for three days. Worse then the Motel Six. We found out that it got VERY cold there, compared to Utah. After searching for three or more days, we were turned down from over 7 different houses and apartments on a lone account of my service dog. EVEN THOUGH THAT'S ILLEGAL. Erhm. So we decided that we were completely screwed, and fed up to hell. A little while after I met up with my internet friend (now IRL friend)
, we picked up and moved. We decided to take the freeway to wherever the wind blows us. Litteraly.
It was a stressfull time, and suicide was an option at one point. But we eventually ended up in a nice hotel near the Montana border. It was basically free since it was the off season. Legit wood, nice heating, amazing internet, an amazing lake with swans and geese, what was there not to like? But after a day we bid it adue, along with my cat.
We decided that the people there would take better care of him then we could, and he was a big reason we weren't getting a home. I still feel horrible about it. But not more so then my mom...
But anyways. We drove through a town on the very edge of the Idaho border which gave us help with food, because we were out and had very little money. We found out that Yellowstone National park is closed to tourists with the exception of four wheelers and snowmobiles during the winter season. So that was a definite bummer.
But we did drive through it a bit, so that was cool I guess.
We drove until we had to stop, which happened to be in Helana, Montana's capital. We found a hotel to stay in, another Motel Six. We stayed there for almost a week, about five or so days. During that time, my mom registered as a vet in the VA and got us A LOT of help. And when I say a lot, i mean A LOT. They got us so much food and guided us to place that could also get us food. One of the help places even got us a christmas tree with decorations. How cool is that? All of this might not sound much to some of you, but to someone who was homeless for a good while with almost no food, little money, and no hope, this has been a miracle. I don't care if you don't believe in them, but after all that I've experienced? Would be hard not to.
Anyways. My mom got some help with her ex-military problems and then we got into an apartment within three days. It's been eventfull, stressfull, depressing, scary, but it all ended in happiness. The tunnel was dark, it seemed that the darkness would drag on forever, but we've reached the end of THIS tunnel. And for now, that's all I can ask for.