I got some news about the other kid. Apparently they are actually fully decided on moving him elsewhere. Their original plan was to move him out tomorrow, and have me move back in later tomorrow, but that didn’t end up happening because their plans fell through. So instead I’m staying in another hotel until Tuesday morning, and he’ll be leaving on Monday night.

Also, kind of ironic, but the hotel I’m now staying at is the same one I lived in for a few months in 2018 after getting kicked out of another place in the country. Ironically in those days I was being moved close to every week and basically toured the entire west and south west of the state. Then I moved into this hotel and things started to settle down.

I’m in a different room on a different floor, but it’s really interesting seeing it from a different perspective. 6 years ago I was still me, but so different it doesn’t even feel like I was. I was never expecting to come back here. I’m also loving the irony that despite how many places I’ve been at, and how much has changed in the world, system, and me, I’m still moving around every week. That doesn’t really make me sad though, because at least this time it’s a mutual thing and I have some say in where I’m going and when. Last time I was here I was only here because somebody declared that I would be, and that was the end of the story. Also I could’ve chosen somewhere else, or another Airbnb.