In September of 2018 I was told that one of the apartment complexes in my area was accepting applications. I didn’t waste any time. I got the application as soon as I could. Well, I should say my son actually got it for me, along with an appointment on Nov. 14 at 1 p.m. to go over it with apartment management.
That day, I arrived a few minutes early only to find no one in the office. I waited more than 45 minutes until finally the office manager arrived. It was cold, wet, and rainy and I wasn’t feeling very well, but I stayed knowing that if I didn’t they’d most likely conclude I just didn’t show up.
The manager painstakingly went over the more than 40 pages of the application and commended me for my thoroughness. I explained, “Ma’am I REALLY need more affordable housing!’
At the conclusion of the initial interview, she said I could follow up in a couple of weeks to see if my application had been approved. But before I left, she told me that they only had four handicap accessible units on the property. (That’s out of 100.) I need a handicap accessible unit because I am in a wheelchair at least part of the time. I was heartbroken. However, I was determined not to let her see me cry — no matter how bad I wanted to. So I simply said, “Well I guess it’s a good thing I only need one then!”
After the Thanksgiving holiday, I called to check and see if my application had been accepted as I had been instructed to do. I didn’t hear anything back until Friday, Dec. 21.
I received a voicemail that said in part, “Your application has been accepted, and we will have an apartment for you next week. You can call on Wednesday, Dec. 26, and let me know if you’re still interested.”
If I am interested? Are you kidding me?
I listened to the message again and again, just to make sure I heard it right. Once I was sure that this was actually happening, I called everyone I could think of to tell them my wonderful news only to get their voicemail because it was the holiday weekend. UGH! Needless to say, I was waiting on her doorstep on Dec. 26 when the office opened.
She informed me that I would have to have my deposit and prorated rent by 10 a.m. on Dec. 28 to take possession of the unit. They didn’t give me much time to work with, but with God’s help and the help of my customers and friends it all came together in time.
By Jan. 6 I had most of the big stuff taken care of for my new place. Now all that’s left to do is get the little stuff. The things that had been provided by the hotel like dishes, kitchen/bath towels and washcloths. Believe me, anything is appreciated!
So, after four and a half years in an extended stay hotel, I now have a place of my own for me and my granddaughter Avani. What a great way to begin the new year — giving me a new lease on life! Now it’s on to the next big challenge: more “regular even extended visitation” with my 3-year-old granddaughter Lillie, since I now have a place to take her.
Thank you to all who made this possible by means of your prayers and your unfailing support!!!