The sirens are constant. The turnover is constant. Some just someone getting hurt and others are death.
Plus there are the ones moving out (usually against their will) because the family decides they can’t live on their own any longer.
I am still struggling with the alone part. I am waiting on my therapist to come back from a family emergency. They say she is here today. I am trying to get her to do Face Time as my leg can barely hold me up again and I am not able to climb their stairs and since the building is ancient there is no elevator, plus I need to go to the Office on Aging and get help applying for help with my electric bill. They have help for low income families. I have to get it done as soon as possible. I had to wait for the first electric…
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