Saw My Friend JS This Morning
While waiting for my ride, my friend JS stopped to say hello and we had a few minutes to chat while sitting outside for my ride. We talked about Garden Court is failing as a building, and how management is slacking in getting the troublemakers out or evicted. When I first moved in, I thought Garden Court was wonderful and I was finally home to stay. The past few months have proven to be the opposite and now I want to leave Garden Court for good. The only friend that concerns me living at GC is my bestie DC. Other tenants really do not deserve my concern at the moment. Knowing who deserve the boot is scary enough, and once I leave GC, only one tenant deserves my attention and that is DC. Anyway, JP, JS, and I all agree that GC has its major problems, and I want nothing to do with GC anymore. It is no longer my home. At least it does not feel like prison like Burbank Plaza did for me the last year I lived there when Bing Kitty died, and Magic Kitty came into my life in 2020. The tenants did not make my home feel like a home anymore. I could no longer be a part of group activities anymore. My home at Burbank Plaza felt like a prison because all I could do was come and go to dialysis treatment three times a week, and while I walked in the hallways, I was not greeted by other tenants in a kind manner. A tenant gave me heck about having her friend who lived above me evicted, and that her friend and boyfriend were not doing anything wrong. Other tenants who heard this agreed with the tenant. That day was the end of my appreciation of Burbank Plaza and the tenants who lived there except for one tenant and friend CD. Yet, I have not spoken to her for three months, and another friend from church KL lives there. KL living there now has me a little upset. I do not want her to know the tenants who have pretty much make me leave with a bad taste in my mouth. Even management there will never have my time anymore either. That building will no longer be a waste of my time. I will never go there again.
