After moving out of homeless accommodation and finally getting my own place. I thought it would be the beginning of a new exciting journey. A fresh start on my pursuit of happiness. Was I wrong. 11 months after me getting the keys I started to notice a substance... Fast forward 19 months of letter writing and complaining. Nothing has happened. People have been entering my home while I am out and moving things as a way of letting me no they have been. Ripping up my personal things. This is my story.
