Having my own knick-knacks around is very important to me. Otherwise it would feel too empty, too impersonal. My ex-boyfriend has all my stuff. He refused to give it back. So I’ve had to start from scratch because I’m the one who left. I shouldn’t have walked out but something in my gut said “Get the hell out of here right now” so I got in my car and drove off. I got nothing back. Not even my photos.
I’ve been living in caravans for two years now. It never feels like home. It’s too close knit and too many people know too many other peoples’ business. I have acquaintances but no close friends here. I’d give anything to have a house where I could have a pet and a garden and an inside bathroom that I don’t have to get dressed to walk to. I miss a bath. I miss a lounge chair.
Some small but serviceable home, and I don’t mean this small. I’d like to be able to take my jumper off without hitting the ceiling. I’m stuck here because of circumstance not because I want to be here. I just want a nice, quiet life, with a cat, some flowers and my vegies. I don’t think that’s asking a lot, is it?
If I could change the world I’d make more places for homeless people, and that’s not just here, but the whole world. Imagine not having a home at all? That’s a horrible position to be in. Really horrible. I’ve slept in my car. I can throw a mattress in the back if I have to, but I’d rather not. I got a $110.00 fine for sleeping in it once. This person must have been looking into my car and watching me sleep in the first place. When I saw it, I flipped it over and wrote “Like hell I’m paying this! There were no warning signs; I wasn’t doing anything wrong and I’m not paying you! What happened to Stop. Revive. Survive?” and I stuck it into an envelope and sent it back. I haven’t heard a thing since.
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