Some dreams have to die. My dream of living in Manhattan has to be shelved, for now anyway. I went apartment hunting and saw apartments the size of walk-in closets for $2500 a month. I didn’t realize how good I have it, spacewise. So I will look in this same area for a retal, while putting myself on waiting lists for HUD and subsidized apartments in the city. Especially in a wheelchair, I need space, plus a kitchen and bathroom I can get the chair into.
If anyone has leads in the Forest Hills area, please send them my way.
Until 2004, I was an independent and active woman -- a former airline sales exec and then a high school educator. Then my body kept betraying me. I was finally diagnosed with ALS/Lou Gehrig's Disease -- confined to a wheelchair and unable to speak. With life at a slower pace, I learned to live a more conscious and mindful life -- buying, eating and other choices. I listen instead of talking, and I observe instead of running and rushing.
Friday, July 20, 2007
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