Minor/Major Crisis...

I'm currently homeless.

I still have a room to sleep in, but as of Sunday, Nov. 6, I will be living somewhere new.

I live in the dorms on campus, and I've really come to love them. I've made so many friends here and know almost everyone by name. For lack of better words, we've become a family. And now they're tearing our family apart.

Apparently there are some technical problems with the dorm building we are living in, so much so that they are to the point where it wouldn't be worth it to fix them. Because of this, we all have legitimately a week to find a new place to live and move out. This means taking all of our possessions and just relocating to wherever we can find. The university is doing what they can to compensate for what's happening, but nothing they can do at this point will ever make up for what is happening.

I've been in this dorm now for about three months, and it's become my home. When I say I need to go home, this room is the one that I picture. I always see myself coming back to this dorm with these people and my friends. After Sunday I won't be able to do that anymore, and that really bothers me.

But I think on a more baser level, I'm afraid of the isolation this will mean.

Right now what we're trying to work out is myself, and my friends Ehrin, Lennyx, Kamille and Sarah are trying to find a place that we can all live together until next semester, and maybe for next year as well, so at least I will still be with people I know. What I'm really scared for is losing the community and family that I've built over the last three months.

Almost all of my friends live in the same dorm as I do, we see each other almost everyday. Even if we're not friends I know almost everyone in the building and have talked to them at some point or another. I'm going to be losing those connections when we all leave. Many of us don't have class together, and we only see each other when we're all in the building, and we're not going to have that anymore. That's what I'm really scared of.

I sat through the entire announcement with tears running down my face, managed to pull myself together, hugged one of my best friends, and cried all over again. Upside, a bunch of my hall mates and myself went to McDonald's and did some emotional eating. It make things a little bit better, but not much. My night also improved slightly when Matt and I sat outside for fifteen minutes and played with a random cat he had found. We then let it into the building, because we thought it would be nice. It was.

I can't sleep. I feel sick to my stomach. My hands are shaking. And quite frankly, I don't know what to do.

Right now, I'm going to go back to my task of taking as many pictures of my dorm room as possible and trying to get some homework done because there are too many things on my mind to just sleep. I'm not even going to classes tomorrow because I need to figure out housing, and fast.

I don't know what's going to happen...