In some ways I'm better off now than I was when I had a home. I like having my meals and laundry done for me. I can see how some people might get hooked on this life. And being forced outdoors has helped to discipline me.
The last time I moved where I'm going, I moved out of a different apartment into a different shelter the month before. I rented a different room there, as well.
I remember that the downstairs lobby had superior acoustics. Stone walls help, I think.
The building is part of an organization that helps the poor find affordable housing. If I show them I'm a good tenant, I might be able to get into a place with a garage for my music.
I'm keeping my fingers crossed.
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