Now that is what I call wishfull thinking....what I meant to type was 73 hours remaining....
of course, now it's down to about to 54 hours...
37 hours and counting....
After almost 3 years of trials and tribulations, I am finally going to make it back to the only place I've ever felt at home...Santa Cruz, CA....These last few days are taking waaaaaay too long....
I recently remembered an interesting encounter I had with a man while in Santa Cruz last time...to make a long, strange story short...he offered to give me what I had been looking for on a quest of the self/heart/spirit...I wasn't exactly sure what I was looking for, but what he offered was to give away my truck (which at the time was my house)...or go through a series of "nightmares"....I told him that I didn't beleive that giving him my truck was gonna do anything to help me, and in keeping it I was able to help many people in my street family in various ways. Well, I kinda wish I had given it to him now, because if I had it could never have been stolen a couple of months later. I never would have been stranded in the middle of Utah...My friend would not be in prison...and I could have saved a lot of trouble from happening in my life and that of others.
But...in the end, I found was I was looking for...or at least some of it...and now it's time for a new beginning.
of course, now it's down to about to 54 hours...
37 hours and counting....
After almost 3 years of trials and tribulations, I am finally going to make it back to the only place I've ever felt at home...Santa Cruz, CA....These last few days are taking waaaaaay too long....
I recently remembered an interesting encounter I had with a man while in Santa Cruz last time...to make a long, strange story short...he offered to give me what I had been looking for on a quest of the self/heart/spirit...I wasn't exactly sure what I was looking for, but what he offered was to give away my truck (which at the time was my house)...or go through a series of "nightmares"....I told him that I didn't beleive that giving him my truck was gonna do anything to help me, and in keeping it I was able to help many people in my street family in various ways. Well, I kinda wish I had given it to him now, because if I had it could never have been stolen a couple of months later. I never would have been stranded in the middle of Utah...My friend would not be in prison...and I could have saved a lot of trouble from happening in my life and that of others.
But...in the end, I found was I was looking for...or at least some of it...and now it's time for a new beginning.
