I woke up at my girlfriend’s apartment. I decided I would just stay in her apartment while she worked. I called my friend South Boston Billy about putting together a podcast once I’m done being homeless. Something like him and I doing both stories of corruption as well as uplifting positive stories.
I received a call from the job at the nonprofit and I told the director that If I didn’t hear back from the other job by next Friday with an answer I would take that job. I also worked on a little bit of writing.
I’ve come to a crossroads in my homelessness. I do not embrace it and I’m not motivated to live that way. I’ve also lost motivation to get the story and talk to people. I’ve seen enough and experienced enough, it’s just been enough. What I see before me is a path of restructuring my life and getting back into a routine of health and development. Before I became homeless I was working two jobs. I was making full-time pay at both jobs and getting paid over $100,000 a year. I gave up so much to discover what homelessness is like as well as the causes of our country’s crisis. A lot of what I knew proved true, as well as learning much much more. There’s a level of shame I feel for not being productive and not being active. There’s so much I need to discuss which I’ll continue to outline in my writing and in the book. I’ll wrap up my adventure by outlining what survival looks like in the street.