“where else are you gonna find an apartment in new yawk for 1700?
tell me that?
you can’t.”

that was one of the last things the landlord said to me.
i’ve noticed jackals and hyenas think they are cursing you,
but it actually turns into God actually blessing you.

isn’t that a verse in the Bible?

i’ve grown up in the new yawk forest for a long time.
there have been numerous friends,
and numerous Foxholers,
over the years that told me it was time to leave and find a new place.
comfort had me stuck but once i was forced to move,
and displaced in an entirely new forest,
i see what they were talking and fonting about.

i made the decision that i’m gonna leave the new yawk forest.
i’m still close but i’m not in the thick of it anymore.

in the complex that a friend opened their doors to me,
i went to look into seeing if i can relocate here today.
i really like it here and it fits the place i can call home.
the interesting part about how much i would need to get in here tho…

2500
security.
first months.
1700.

the landlord told me it in a manipulative way.
God answered back in a “hold my beer” way.

its not small number but not impossible either.
as with most all things in my life,
when i want something that is aligned for me,
God usually provides in some way.
miracles don’t just happen on 34th street.
i’m scared to move forward from my old stomping grounds but it’s time.
it’s been time.
over there taught me how to survive.

i’m moving to the one that lets me live peacefully.

lowkey: tbh,
i’d rather host here than where i use to stay.
that was deep in the hood; this is deep in the suburbs.