I did it
Well, today I did it. I called the Waukesha Housing Authority. And I'm feeling better after talking to someone on the phone. Now, maybe according to social security, the only way you can live with a significant other in low income is if you're married. But there is in fact a loop hole where you don't have to be married to that person, just so you and them can live in low income. When I talked to the Waukesha Housing Authority, I found out from them that you have to fill out an application on line that may include another person for low income housing. And then you do get put on a waiting list. All I know is that when I filled it out and submitted it, I didn't see any window saying that the application had been submitted, so I'm hoping they get it and can get back to me soon and contact me, as soon as possible. I know they're going to ask me some more questions like possibly who pays for what, and maybe even how soon we would need this low income apartment, and whether or not we would need something that accepts pets, because we have one. And they're also going to be asking us, what kind of pet we have. All I know is I feel better after calling there. And I know I'm going to make sure I fill out an application for low income housing, I may need help filling it out. One thing I find interesting is that Jason has this resource guide book. In it there's a listing of apartments in Waukesha. Anyways, one of the apartments it happened to mention under "Independent living" in Waukesha was West Grove Apartments. I think it's kinda funny because we just moved out of there, a little over 3 months ago. I wonder if this could mean there's a slight chance we could maybe move back into that same complex, next year. It might not be the same building or unit we were in before, but at least maybe the rent would be lower and maybe it would still have a lot of the same features our old unit had, like Walk in closets, and a dish washer, and 2 bedrooms, and maybe 2 bathrooms, a porch with lights and an outdoor outlet out there, so if we want to plug in a radio or holiday lights for the major holidays like Halloween or Christmas, or something like that. I mean that would be cool if we could get an apartment that was low income in that complex, but I'm not getting my hopes up. But if we could move back into that area, would I be up for it? Hell yeah!
And more recently I've been reminiscing now about some other things in regards to being over there. Like when Jason still had his dog, Weinke. I think about how I used to take her walking around the pond, and how I'd take her for walks down that bike trail, and how I'd take her out one entrance at night time for a evening walk, and how we'd walk in the other way. I'm basically thinking about how everything seemed to be going ok, earlier this spring, before shit hit the fan, this summer and took a nose dive. First I get kidney stones, then we lose his dog on account of a twisted stomach. And because she was older, there was no guarantee she would have survived had she underwent surgery to have the problem corrected, and it still could have twisted back up, again. So we had to let her go. Then I unfortunately had the displeasure of being conned into babysitting someone's 15 year old kid, which is NOT fun because whenever I've come over in the past, she didn't want me there. All she would do is play around on her stupid electronic device and I'm supposed to just let her do it, she's old enough to be babysitting herself, plus she and her parents live near the Ghetto of Milwaukee when we were still living in Waukesha, making her 30 minutes to an hour away from where I was living to where she was living. And this girl's mom never told me she wanted to come over to babysit, and she more or less bullied and pressured me into doing it, that day. And she has never paid me once to babysit her daughter. I didn't get to go go Noah's Ark water park with friends like I usually do, every summer. And I ended up needed go undergo surgery to have a kidney stone removed. At least I had a better birthday this year than I did, last year. Probably because this year I had more of the opportunity to just be independent and not be held at home against my will with parents babysitting me. So I had more of a chance to enjoy myself the way I wanted to enjoy it.
Anyways, I know when we first had to move into Palmyra to avoid being evicted, I've had to tell myself that we would come back into Waukesha, next year. But until then, this is going to have to be our home and to make the best of it, until then. But now it's 3 months later, and I'm looking back on how I was living where I was at West Grove, and having those fond memories of just running, riding bikes, and walking the dog in that neighborhood, and liking where I was, when I was living there, wishing I could relive those moments and feeling sad, because I miss it. So for that, I now have to say to myself, "I know you really liked where you were before, a lot. I know you miss living in the Waukesha area. Jason misses it, too. Hang in there. You've got 8 months left before you have to worry about moving again. And one way or another, you'll get to come back into Waukesha, when the lease for here is up. At least you 2 still have each other." But because sometimes those waiting lists can take years, which is ridiculous, there's still that 50% chance we may have to renew our lease for where we are now, for another year or 2. I hope not. What sucks is this manual we have says that a lot of the low income housing places that are low income are for elderly people ages 55 and older. Maybe they should make some new nursing homes for low income people, and give the apartments to those with disabilities who aren't elderly.
And more recently I've been reminiscing now about some other things in regards to being over there. Like when Jason still had his dog, Weinke. I think about how I used to take her walking around the pond, and how I'd take her for walks down that bike trail, and how I'd take her out one entrance at night time for a evening walk, and how we'd walk in the other way. I'm basically thinking about how everything seemed to be going ok, earlier this spring, before shit hit the fan, this summer and took a nose dive. First I get kidney stones, then we lose his dog on account of a twisted stomach. And because she was older, there was no guarantee she would have survived had she underwent surgery to have the problem corrected, and it still could have twisted back up, again. So we had to let her go. Then I unfortunately had the displeasure of being conned into babysitting someone's 15 year old kid, which is NOT fun because whenever I've come over in the past, she didn't want me there. All she would do is play around on her stupid electronic device and I'm supposed to just let her do it, she's old enough to be babysitting herself, plus she and her parents live near the Ghetto of Milwaukee when we were still living in Waukesha, making her 30 minutes to an hour away from where I was living to where she was living. And this girl's mom never told me she wanted to come over to babysit, and she more or less bullied and pressured me into doing it, that day. And she has never paid me once to babysit her daughter. I didn't get to go go Noah's Ark water park with friends like I usually do, every summer. And I ended up needed go undergo surgery to have a kidney stone removed. At least I had a better birthday this year than I did, last year. Probably because this year I had more of the opportunity to just be independent and not be held at home against my will with parents babysitting me. So I had more of a chance to enjoy myself the way I wanted to enjoy it.
Anyways, I know when we first had to move into Palmyra to avoid being evicted, I've had to tell myself that we would come back into Waukesha, next year. But until then, this is going to have to be our home and to make the best of it, until then. But now it's 3 months later, and I'm looking back on how I was living where I was at West Grove, and having those fond memories of just running, riding bikes, and walking the dog in that neighborhood, and liking where I was, when I was living there, wishing I could relive those moments and feeling sad, because I miss it. So for that, I now have to say to myself, "I know you really liked where you were before, a lot. I know you miss living in the Waukesha area. Jason misses it, too. Hang in there. You've got 8 months left before you have to worry about moving again. And one way or another, you'll get to come back into Waukesha, when the lease for here is up. At least you 2 still have each other." But because sometimes those waiting lists can take years, which is ridiculous, there's still that 50% chance we may have to renew our lease for where we are now, for another year or 2. I hope not. What sucks is this manual we have says that a lot of the low income housing places that are low income are for elderly people ages 55 and older. Maybe they should make some new nursing homes for low income people, and give the apartments to those with disabilities who aren't elderly.
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