Hello! Our names are Lucy and Natalie. And this is our story. We will be using any and all funds to find a home and for moving expenses.

My story is a bit long and almost unbelievable. On April 11th, I finally got the approval for my apartment. I was told by many that the complex was run down and in bad shape, but I needed a place that was low cost. On April 18th, my vehicle broke down. On April 19th, I rented a U-Haul. With help from family and friends, I moved myself and my daughter in less than 6 hours. On April 23rd, I bought a new vehicle. On April 24th, it broke down. On April 25th, I found a mechanic and got it fixed. On May 4th, it broke down again. The mechanic that fixed it pretty much refused to fix his mistake. On the morning of May 6th, I found a mechanic shop that would fix it.

On May 6th, the tow was scheduled for noonish. The bell rang for lunch, and as I was headed out the door, I found out my WHOLE apartment complex got condemned, and we had 48 hours to vacate. I got a ride "home" to find a scene straight out of an apocalypse movie. I just cried. I was in utter shock. Signs on every door that we were shut down with no warning. I started making calls to figure out what I was going to do. In the midst of that, I got a call from the mechanic. It was going to cost me around $4000 to fix a vehicle I had already spent $5200 on. I was devastated. How, in a time where I just lost my home, could I be out my vehicle too?? There's just no way. I told the mechanic what happened and that I would need time to move it because I couldn't afford to fix it. My previous living situation ended up being extended, thankfully. So I now knew I had until the end of June to find another place.

On May 7th, I got a call from the mechanic. "Lucy, we might've found a solution, and we're working on it now." I asked how much it would cost, and he told me nothing. Given my home situation, they fixed my vehicle for free!! It was the highlight in a really BAD week. Obviously, I was extremely thankful and will be in their debt!

But now here I sit, at my old place with everything packed away again. Struggling to see why life has kicked us so far down. When I say I want to give up, I don't think anyone quite believes me. My strength has always been something I've been complimented on. But who wants to be strong in the midst of so much chaos?? I want to break. I want to hide and cry. But my daughter looks up to me. And as easy as giving up would be, I can't because of her. I have to find the will to push through this.

For the first time in my life, I'm having to admit I need help. I can't do this alone. I'm willing to take whatever help I can get. I just want a home for my daughter, my dogs, and myself. The problem is I can't find the beginning to the end of this mess. I have no idea what kind of help is out there. Maybe we get a free dinner. Maybe we find a home. Whatever help is available, we are desperately needing it right now. Thank you for reading our story.