Recently I've found myself in a bit of a conundrum. and no, I'm not referring to the delicious white wine that goes by that name. Lately I've made some life changing moves and though they are for the better they are still pretty difficult to deal with. As I mentioned in my previous blog I broke up with my boyfriend and moved out of the house we lived in. Where did I move to? no where really. Technically...I'm homeless. However, I prefer a more cheerful term that I've been using: "Urban Survivalist". Sounds a little less dismal I think.Now, being homeless or an "urban survivalist" if you will (and yes, I'll use those unnecessary quotes all day long so be quiet, this ain't your blog) might sound terrible but it really isn't all that bad. To avoid actually dealing with the reality of not having a home you can partake in a number of fun and liver destroying activities. Liiiiike drinking....or you could drink? or maybe you could sit and drink? Isn't that what all homeless people do? I've gained a new respect for people who are actually on the streets and homeless...at one time they were probably really fantastic people who had a series of unfortunate events occur in their lives causing them to submit to a life of poverty and loneliness. Or maybe they were drug dealing crack heads...who knows?! I won't drag on in this blog but if you're in the same or a similar position keep your head up! you might find that there are actually amazing people out there willing to help you out. Sometimes life can be quite surprising even in it's darker moments.
peace and love to all my fellow urban survivalists...
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