After checking my apartment from all sides and reading the eviction letter again, I allow myself to sink into my thoughts. What do I do now? I feel depressed, like before and that scares me. Before the bad thoughts come to invade my head I take action on the matter and with the little money I have raised I leave the house and go to the first hotel I find, I ask about the price for a few nights and it is too much money. I leave the hotel again and continue walking as evening falls behind me. Just when I thought that everything was starting to get better, it turns out quite the opposite, I had forgotten about some pending accounts that I had with a certain real estate agency and now here I was, debating whether or not it was good to stay in the motel that was a few blocks from where I was.
