Anastasia, I am grateful for the festival your roommate put on here in your old hometown. It was fun to be included. This story is hard to read, it hurts. I was sorry to hear when you were displaced from here, and to hear the circumstances of everything speaks to the very complex story of how families handle trauma and family members who have different ways of expressing that trauma. When someone is acting out like this, there are so few places for them to be safe. And when home isn’t safe, that person is in a double bind. And you had to see this play out and then were at the mercy of the players. It was an unfair and volatile situation. I moved to this place about 9 years ago, and am similarly a renter, subject to the whims of the life of our landlords, who thankfully care for us. I’ve also worked in mental health here and am aware of a lot of how things function or don’t function here. When vast numbers of people we work with under the auspices of healing are economically displaced, and act out in pain at the forces that take their basic sense of dignity, their home, from them, a person working to help often feels frustrated too. There needs to be something tangible that we can offer people locally who have had their rents double in the last year, for example, for community members like you who have been here for years, and suddenly, through a rental ending, have no place to go. I think this is the elephant in the room right now. I’m just an unlicensed paraprofessional, but this is what I see. I am so glad the road opened and you found yourself a new place. What a blessing. Laissez les bonnes temps rouler. Keep writing.