Just when I thought things couldn’t get any worse…

Today was checkout day for me at the motel in Deep Suburbia (Keinya had prepaid for the room for one week). At 5:00 this morning, I received a text from Steven saying that Keinya was very sick and had been admitted to the hospital in Sandusky, not far from where they work weekends. So neither of them could leave. Steven asked me if there was a friend I could stay with for a few days until they could get me another room.

So now I’m staying with my old friend Jim S. and his housemate for a period of time that hopefully won’t be too long.

I’m glad — and very grateful — that Jim was able to be accommodating. It’s not easy for me to impose on people, even good friends, and ask for their help.

Their house is in a nice part of Cleveland not very far from where I was living, nor from the first motel where I stayed for two weeks. At least I can readily walk to things from here.

Jim told me his housemate Larry (who owns the house) was cool with my staying there, but didn’t want it to be “long term”. But Jim said not to worry; if I need to stay with someone longer, his boyfriend will put me up. I’ll do that if necessary, but I hope it doesn’t come to that as the boyfriend lives in a suburb way over on the other side of town.

When it rains, it pours. And pours. And pours. But I just have to trust in the Universe that I’ll always be taken care of and that everything I need will come to me when needed. That’s all I can do.

This is kind of a wake up call for me. Keinya said she’d always take care of me… but what happens if/when she can’t? I need to regain my independence. I need to take care of myself.