desidia

I still find the energy to update difficult. I left most of it in New York. I'm still waiting for a camera cord so I can tell you what happened right. New York has nothing to do it actually. They could have been any streets (but it does make smile to say the first streets I slept on where among the blind and lost posh in UES).

What I mean to say is if you were curious at all, I was homeless from Sept. 1-19. I slept in a basement staircase for a week then park benches and on one terrifying night behind some bushes on a sidewalk in a disturbing alley. I ate mostly 7-11 hotdogs. A single friend came and saw me, kept me from going completely mad.

I don't really feel like getting into how this came about and how I got out of it but that was Sept.
I spent several days on a train and returned to the home of my parents. I didn't want to. I was waiting and working for a miracle or some karma. I was going to wait until October rather than crawl back but the nights got colder and the rain kept falling.

The charm and glory of a bed, a roof. Having my cats again and my books. It lasted three weeks tops. I came back with no noticeable gain in humility, self-discipline or attitude.

Nothing happens here. I'm trapped. There is nothing and no one here. There's a convenience store and a small post office about 10 miles away and mostly trees and fields inbetween.

I have no money. For Halloween a friend said she would pick me up on her way from Portland to Eugene. She stood me up and did not even bother to cancel.

By my birthday I had found a job, I picked up a seasonal position at See's Candies. They give me less than ten hours a week. About the only things I like about is I get to wear a tie and its not exactly stressful.

For my birthday I got to go to work for three hours, come home, eat a dull meal and not speak to my mother. Woo.

The days inbetween have blurred.