We moved from southern Miami, Florida to Portland, Oregon. We moved in with my in laws last year in 2020 during the presidential election and the country suffering with the effects of the COVID-19 pandemic. My partner and I sold all of our belongings and took out all our savings so we can try to move on in life and not be evicted and on the streets in Miami. Instead we start building a life in Portland only to be betrayed by family and friends which resulted in what we wanted to avoid just happening with full force: homeless. We're homeless, still looking for work, and now trying to not build a life but survive. It's survival mode 24/7 now, and this all happened not because we made wrong choices in life, or messed things up. No, we didn't choose what happened, it simply happened. I'm scared, embarrassed, ashamed, sad, but also nostalgic for the "simple times" of being a child. This is a rant by a betrayal filled, personal dumpster fire.