A month and a half ago i moved in with my peoples. One of my friends i use to skateboard with back in the day. He got out around the time i checked in to inpatient ( rehab). He was locked up for three years so it was real. Right now it’s Four of us. The story is kinda deep but thts the overview.
His grandmother passed the same time he got out so his cousin got the house .
I drunk called him while i checked back into rehab . i have not heard anything from him in years.
So my grandmother locked me out back in July
(2/4) i was homeless for a minute until i decided to check into rehab. I was still on probation so i was killing two birds. I had to sober up, find shelter and take care of what the court requested.
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Sounds rough. I hope you’ve found more of a semblance of serenity in your life since July
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The reason why my grandmother kicked me out is because i wasn’t paying rent. I wasnt working either. I was on and off with the employment
Somebody threw a rock threw her window when i was still staying there. She believed i was involved. I do not know. So yea I’ll fast forward to the end of 
August.
I successfully completed my stay in Hazel Crest.
The plan after rehab was the big question
My options at the time was group homes, sober living homes and things of that nature.
So i made a choice. There was this place in Blue Island called A.F. Living. They charged 160/ week for rent. And you had to work at their jobs. And you couldn’t have a car. I knew these things already of course but i did not know enough
So the day of my discharge from rehab( hazel crest) it was a rainy Grey gloomy day but my frequency levels stayed high until I got to. A.f living
When got to a.f living i seen (Pat) a homie from rehab that got kicked out early. We was both from the same town and knew the same people so we was cool. He wasnt one of the closest homies. But he was one of them
Good to hear from you…I remember talking to you on the phone and I enjoyed our convo…before the problems with the GMA…I hope everything turns out good
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So basically i went from my grannys to the streets. From the streets I went to my pastor and then to rehab in hazel crest . i got out of rehab in late August and went to this dump called a.f living. I left from there the same day i got there
The whole vibe at a.f living was throwing me off. I was also suppose to meet back up with one of the guys from rehab that left early. . we was to link back up at a.f living but pat told me he got kicked out. Plus I kept hearing bed bug rumors. The kitchen had a infestation of gnats. I said screw this. In my head i was like" i can try going back with my gma because im weed free(atm) and i finished ip." So i left from af Living after several hours and several squares. I made my way back to the land. It’s been a month since iv been in the area
So basically july ( kicked outГ homelessГ Page 1( bed bugs) and i checked into rehab at the end of July.
Rehab (4 weeks) i got out around August 25th and transferred to Affordable L. I left from there after 5 hours because i wasn’t feeling it. I tried calling my grandmother but she wasn’t trying to hear anything. I tried calling my sister but idk what she is on.
In my head I’m like" maybe i should see my grandma in person" i was sober for a while at the time so i felt like that would help. I left my bags because i couldn’t take them with me. They was put up but i wasn’t for certain where i would be sleeping that night. I left and stated walking. then my ride picked me up and dropped me off at my grandma house
Its been a month since I’ve been in town. When i was in rehab my plans wasnt to come back but Affordable Living wasn’t the place for me for several reasons.
So i get to my grandma door and she had let me in. I was sober, Clean and i put on a few pounds. Now she asked how i was doing and then asked why i came by. She already knew what i needed because i called her while i was still at Affordable living. Btw affordable living is NOT rehab. Its like a recovery sober living dump. Rehab was waay better. Actually i enjoyed rehab. Being in the streets without any structures would make rehab enjoyable.
Anyways i asked my grandma if i can come back. At this point she wanted to talk to me in her car(i never had a car) . so we talked. I had a long term weed free mindset.But she wasn’t bulging. Even though i was clean sober… sober enough to get a job in a day , she felt that i didn’t change that quick. In reality i knew i was different. I knew i Jan had changed a little bit while in rehab. I even started changing before i went to rehab. So she bought me some mcdonalds and dropped me off at the library.
I had some money so i said ■■■■ it
I went to my friends house. B. Still smoking. still hitting the box up. I had some new shoes so i was decent. Even my grandma asked where i got them from. This really nice woman intern that i met at rehab gave me some shoes,and a book. She knew about everything and believed i wasn’t crazy( but that’s a different topic).