When the Right thing, ends up being the right thing

Ok. It's time to breathe a sigh of relief. I finally got everything worked out for the eviction thing. And finally got to sleep. I was working (again) on coffee and Newports.
I felt like a damn crack head! (speaking of which..I have a story to tell!~later)

It was CRAZY! I was trying to find a lawyer to help me out, and the sad thing is, no one wanted to help! So, I turned to one of my fellow bloggers..the one..the only..*SHOUT OUT*
CLOSET OWNER! to enlist some help, just for the purpose of calming myself down and maintaining what little sanity I had left at that point. (I say this because he lives in a different state, and he is not exactly educated in the laws of my state.) And although I don't really feel like talking about it, my eviction was because of the (loaded) gun in my residence with my son living there.

And he came thru for ya girl! It just made me feel better, knowing that I have some sort of resource. AND..

I holla'd at my girl in *SHOUT OUT*MIAMI!! Yep, I was ready to sell my shit and grab the boy and head to Miami! While this is not totally out of the equation, atleast I know I am not being FORCED to move..right! Tee..thanks so much for your insight..and offering up a place to crash for a minute!

So, now that I (partially) got my head together..I still have a lot of mess to deal with based on the theft of my gun..I am not back focused on becoming gainfully employed.

Then, I can continue on with my happy life as it once was.

So, maybe doing the right thing was the right thing. Right?