Addison Leon

When I was younger there was a serious lack of stability in my relationship with my Mother. 

As hard as I clung to her, 

 

 

                                          I couldn’t keep her weighted down.

                                Mother 

was constantly shifting, stirring, shaking. 

 

My experiences of instability during this time 

                                     feels like deja vu; 

the uncertainty in my day to day is chilling

in its ability to recall past trauma with such ease. 

 

I have to move during this chaos, I don’t have a choice. 

Clicking listing after listing, 

going from

       Zillo.com to 

            Apartments.com to 

                  Trulia.com to 

no avail. I’m treading with no signs of gaining traction. 

 

Reaching out to landlords and property managers without response, 

each apartment I look at feels just as empty as that of one of my Mother’s. 

Shared Houses

2020

In order:

      Newport news house

      House across from the forgotten post office

      Churchill house

(click on each image to read review)

Approaching Time