“They Took My Office Without Asking — And Chose the Worst Possible Room”

work, and something I’d never had while living in my parents’ house: a reason to fight for myself.

I emailed the landlord, a straightforward woman named Janet, with my credit score and proof of income. She replied within an hour. The unit was available immediately if I wanted to see it.

I drove to Oakland that afternoon before doubt could catch up with continue reading …