Change

They sat there. The clock ticked on. Tick. Tick. He sat on the bench the held the yoga mats, she on the arm of the couch. They stared at each other.

Tick

Tick.

$699.00

Almost $700 to stay in their apartment. Over $200 than what they were paying currently.

"We can't do this," he said.

She nodded.

"We need to tell them," he said.

She agreed.

So they went to the club house and turned in the paper that canceled their lease and then they walked back to the apartment. Sat down. Stared at each other.

"What do we do?" She asked. "We have two weeks..."

"Two weeks," he agreed, "to be out of here so we can clean this place."

She gave him a skeptical look.

"Hope you asked off the second week of January. We'll need it."

Homeless. The word stared at them in the face. Not really. Not entirely. They both had options. Not perfect options, but places to lay their heads nonetheless.

"Homeless," she told her friend after her Focus group that night. They were gathered around beers at the nearest bar/grill. Five of them. Some of her closest friends. She loved them.

"I know of a place"
"I have a place"
"I rent a place"

They all chimed in.
She was not so much homeless it seemed but simply displaced. Was she ready for this Next Big Change? Can she handle it? She longs for stability but she's come to appreciate change in a way. But she knows she needs to keep a keen eye to what she wants.