Wow... I never thought I'd be walking down the street looking for a comfortable spot to spend the night... But life is so unpredictable that you should never say never... We really didn't know where we would live for two whole weeks before our employers could provide us with a room. The funniest thing is that at that moment, it was more important for us to find housing rather than a job... that would have made us feel calmer. Living on the street was impossible because it was terribly cold at night, while during the day the temperature reached 90-95 degrees Fahrenheit. Anyway, after our employer called us and said she was definitely hiring us, we went to look for any kind of housing. It's funny to remember, but out of sheer desperation to find a roof over our heads, we just walked up to people on the street and asked if they knew anyone renting a house or a room... and the people's reaction was just unexpected for us: everyone tried to help us in some way. The people in this small cowboy town are so kind that for us, completely unaccustomed to such treatment, it was even wild)) One man started calling all his acquaintances to ask if they could help or knew someone who could rent us a house. Another nice man advised us to buy a newspaper and started shoving money at me... I was in shock, but he explained that we would need the money later... well, of course, I didn't take it. It's a small thing, but nice))) Despite the fact that so many people tried to help us, we still didn't find housing... and what we did find was just out of our budget... Sunburned, exhausted by the long search for work and housing, hungry and angry, we trudged back to the hotel where we had stayed before. Although we had agreed not to stay in hotels anymore, we had no choice... sleeping on the street was like suicide... Pulling another 95 bucks out of my pocket, we went to sleep... falling asleep, I wanted the night to last as long as possible because I was afraid of what the next day would bring.
The next day was July 4th—America's Independence Day... On this day, Aselya and I decided it would be better to move to our employers' hotel, as we couldn't imagine how we would drag ourselves across the whole city to work with luggage on July 5th. We checked out of that hotel and trudged along the road in the hope that someone would give us a ride, since we had to walk about 3 miles, and believe me, that's a lot! A kind man gave us a ride, although he couldn't get too close to the hotel because there were crowds of people everywhere on the streets (On Independence Day, they organize very fun parades along the main street of the city). We had to push through all these people who were looking at us like we were crazy... Somehow reaching the hotel, we went inside... seeing us with luggage, Christi was bewildered. Well, of course, we explained the whole situation to her and asked if they had any vacant rooms... and then we were the ones who were bewildered. It turns out we managed to get a job at an almost five-star hotel... to spend one night there, you had to shell out 200 bucks, and even more for some VIP rooms. Of course, we knew we couldn't pay that much money, since in principle that was almost all our money. Then our savior Christi said that they had another hotel out of town that belonged to her parents, and the rooms there were much cheaper. But since they felt sorry for us, she said they would only charge us 75 bucks a week. Waiting for the parade to end, Christi's husband drove us to that very hotel, which later became our home for two whole weeks...
