Chapter 9 New Money

• Losing my job was a blow I never saw coming. One moment, I was thriving at the tech startup I had poured my heart into; the next, I was packing up my desk, wondering how I was going to make ends meet. Rent was due in a week, and my savings were laughably thin. Reality hit hard and fast.
• The day I got the eviction notice, I sat on my couch, surrounded by boxes of my belongings, and stared at the peeling wallpaper. The silence was deafening. I needed a plan, and fast. That’s when I remembered my grandparents' old house. It had been vacant since they passed away, a relic of my childhood summers. It wasn’t ideal, but it was a roof over my head.
• Packing up what little I had left, I made the trip to the small town where the house stood. The drive was long, giving me too much time to think about how everything had gone wrong. When I finally arrived, the sight of the house brought a bittersweet pang to my chest. It was exactly as I remembered it—old, worn, but filled with memories.