Momma I'm Coming Home

Sorry. I didn't leave you high and dry but I unexpectedly spent the last 3 days moving my aunt, her crying baby and her lazy son into their new apartment.

I don't know if I have talked about this, but my aunt began an apartment search about 2 months ago. After seeing some shittastic places thanks to a all to eager realtor (thanks Bob) she settled on a place in the same town not too far from my job and general activity.

Unfortunately I am beginning to think that I live in a house with fools. My aunt is not your ideal tenant. According to Ms. Drake (the 70 year old landlord who has no family or friends) my aunt never paid the rent on time or in full.

My aunt suffers from grandiose ideas of a life of luxury despite lacking the funds to do so. Because of this she would rather spend money on a $300 table than to put some damn food in the house.

She found out she got this apartment about 2 weeks ago, and Ms.Drake was none to thrilled. She pretty much demanded that my 'no paying rent on time aunt' move out of the apartment as soon as she could. For weeks she has told everyone a different story about when she was planning to move. From Dec 1st(the date she told Ms. Drake) to Jan 1st (the date she told me). Regardless when Dec 15th rolled around and my aunt was still lounging in the old apartment as if we had a bunch of time to move, Ms. Drake became frustrated on Friday demanded that my aunt move out by the weekend or else.

I did not know of this. I heard about it when my aunt and cousin were talking in private, and I was secretly listening. Anyway, I woke up on Saturday with the blind notion that I would sleep in late, move some shit to the new place and possibly take my other cousin to her dance recital. But of course, I woke up to a freak snow storm that made the roads icy and the temperature near freezing.

My aunt and older cousin do not have a license or money so I had to rent a U-Haul truck, navigate the icy roads and haul a shit load of furniture across town...all day. I have been recovering from this move the last 3 days, and i think in some way my spirits have dropped and I kind of, want to, need to, have made plans....to go home.

I am wasting all my money on supporting this house. There is never food in the fridge, there is never basic necessities to live off, and I realize I am buying all this shit only to see it disappear in three days. I buy food, the food is eaten up by everyone except me and then there is no 'thank you" to accompany this. There is no thank you for anything i do. I am stressed out, which is causing me to lose a lot of weight and I think my hair is falling out.

If my home life was stable I could take the whole looking for a job and internship thing in stride, but i go out into the real world and it is stressful there and then I come back here and it is stressful at 'home'. Plus I don't have any money, i am running out of money because so much of it is going into things that should already be in this house. I know that I am not paying rent here, but at the same time I am far exceeding a helping hand to this household, and I am being milked dry.

I don't want to leave NYC, but at this point for my money, my sanity, and weight...I have to.