I carried on that "sofa/tv" life for maybe two weeks, maybe a bit longer. One evening, after having slept the whole afternoon, I got up very hungry. I checked my fridge for food but it was completly empty. I went out to get some food but, once in the market, I realised I had just enough money for maybe another week. Scared - actually completely scared! - I woke up. Finally I noticed that I was the one who had to take my live into my hands.
Next morning, for the first time in my new life, I opened the newspaper. However I wasn't interested in any news but I was looking for a job. And I was ready to take anything I could get. I was even ready to beg them to take me.
Yet sometimes its already too late when we finally react. My debts were already to high and they started taking my furniture away. First they took my little sofa and one counter of the kitchen.
Then they took my precious tv, the fridge, the another counter, my closet... almost all my furniture
I was able to get a job doing newspaper delivery but I did not earn enough money to pay my debts. I tried to get a loan but it was refused. Once again, I had to step back. I thought my life could not get any worse but I was wrong.
I had to take a decision. Either I would stay in that house and end up loosing everything again, or I sell the house and find another affordable place to live, even worse than what I had.
I was forced to leave my house. After paying all debts I had enough money to rent a small apartment in the heart of Bridgeport.
For the first time in my life I was living in a small apartment, completely anonymous.
But things were different. I wasn't the same person anymore. I felt victorious for I was already taking my life into my hands and I knew I would not give up. I was a fighter and I knew I would win!
