II.
I moved to Ypsilanti, Michigan, at twenty-four years of age and thought I had lept before. I had lived in Kalamazoo for a year while attempting to attend Western and moved into a trailer on my own in Big Rapids. Yes, a two-hour drive to my parent's house down to a 10-minute bike ride, but independence was maintained, nonetheless. So I thought. I had paid only $250 a month for rent and had only juggled the cost of one or two utilities. I had never tried to manage a forty-hour work week to afford rising rent costs or the monopolized prices of energy and internet while managing a full course load in college. Up to that point, I had only done one or the other at any given time. I moved to Ypsi and learned I was slightly behind on the curve. With only a few hundred dollars in my bank account, it didn’t take long for the eviction notices to start piling up. The final call to court prompted the mass sale of my personal belongings. Clothing, games, pills and weed, services, and a keyboard my parents paid six hundred dollars for. That money should have gone towards their mortgage, but they believed in the off-chance that I would learn how to play.
