Tuesday, August 19, 2008: It will be a year on August 22. Leo left my apt. in the afternoon at around 4:30 P.M. I missed him for a long while and the place seemed empty without him, though I still had Lauchita. I still think about him. I wish I hadn’t let him go.
Leo, After A Year
August 19, 2008 by beccarBrooklyn
August 18, 2008 by beccarMonday, August 18, 2008: Williamburg, Brooklyn reminds me of the Haight Ashbury in San Francisco. It is the same type of neighborhood–comfortable, bohemian, down to earth in almost all ways.
Appraisers
August 18, 2008 by beccarMonday, August 18, 2008: I have readin the AM New York paper that home appraisers who have worked for the loan officer and realtor instead of the borrower are not being investigated by the government. These appraisers have inflated the price of condos and homes. As a consequence, when it comestime to sell, the seller cannot get the price it wasappraisedfor and alot of money is lost. This very same thing happened to me in Atlanta, GA. My condo was appraised at $178,000and when I wanted to get rid of it because I suspected mortgage fraud, all the realtors who came to see it, said I’d be lucky to get $140,000. This might seem like a small amount of money to lose, but tome it meant doom. I had already seen my credit go down the hill, bill collectors were calling me all day long. Needless to say, the stress and anguish was just too much. These people should be made to pay for what they did. That simple.
Now What?
August 14, 2008 by beccarThursday, August 14, 2008: Now, after the GA Real Estate is investigating La Shawn Tucker, the realtor who hooked me up with the loan officer, what is the next step? What will happen? I have been eagerly waiting for the results of this investigation, but so far, nothing. I want justice. I know it soundsnaive, but that’s how I will always feel about this mortgage fraud/foreclosure issue.
50 Cents
August 11, 2008 by beccarMonday, August 11, 2008: I was standing under the shelter at the Starbucks on East 51st. Street. Next to me were 3 girls speaking German. I noticed them looking at me, my little cat and my big red cart. Then I went inside Starbucks.When I came back out, the girls were gone, but they had left a little pressent on the table–2 25 cent coins. Guess that was atip for me in the rain.00
111 East 58th Street Building
August 5, 2008 by beccarTuesday, August 5, 2008: Yesterday afternoon, I was sitting in the public area outside the NYPL on East 58th and Lexington, when I was asked to leave.The security guard said that the owner of the building had come by and noticed me and my bags. And he didn’t like my cat, either. My cat is well behaved and she likes to lay in the sun after being in the carrier. And if I have bags to carry it is because I am temporarily homeless. I have already filed a couple of complaints with the City of New York regarding this matter. I consider it unfair and stupid. There are lots of people always sitting outside the NYPL. I feel descriminated against because of my situation.
Baggage
August 4, 2008 by beccarMonday, August 4, 2008: One thing I must do and do now is get rid of all the excess baggage I’ve got. Just do it. get rid of it because with it, I just can’t move forward.
One Dollar
August 1, 2008 by beccarFriday, August 1, 2008: The guy woke me up at 2 in the morning. I was slleping and he said he wanted to know where Lexington was. I told him. And Madison? Gave him that information? And this street here, what’s it called? Then he took out a dollar from his wallet and told me: Here, buy yourself food with this. Are we living in the 1930s? I’d like to know because what could I possibly buy with adollar these days–something nourishing, something that will hit the spot? The guy did not offend me. He offended himself.
Water, Where Art Thou?
August 1, 2008 by beccarFriday, August 1, 2008: In my quest for a shower in NYC as a homeless woman, today I ran into yet another stumbling block. After waking up at 4:30 A.M. to get to 41st and 9th by 6, I was told that there was no water. Water wouldn’t be turned on until 2 P.M. I could not wait that long and neither could my cat. 8 hours in not the best neighborhood in Manhattan would not do. So, now my question is: Will I ever take a showeragan? Will I ever feel col water on my body and soap, glorious soap. cleaning up the accumulated grime? I feel like Eliza Doolittle in My Fair Lady. Wouldn’t it be loverly to be clean and fresh and feel like a human being again?
