Well, there wasn't a DH and my landlady for almost 30 yrs. died. Her family sold the house and when I got the "notice to vacate", I kinda had a little attack of hysteria. I was born and lived on Cape Cod which has gotten crazy with rents, so I couldn't find a place I could afford. I also had a small business that was going under. So.... I was basically out on the street. I stayed with my brother for a while, but ..... After being hospitalized for depression and panic attacks the hospital found this place for me. It isn't perfect but as the saying goes around here "It's better than Pine Street" (the shelter in Boston). They treat us good and it is like a rooming house or dorm. So, that's my sucky last 3 years in a nutshell.
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