It takes a sip of alcohol for some people to say they are ‘drunk‘. I can drink a whole six-pack of strong beer in one sit and still not even close to being drunk. It’s the same with medication, example for sleep , I need the highest dose possible for it to have an effect on me. And in this case, I will talk about moving away from home to a city I’ve never been to, and don’t know anyone in it. So yes, I will be homeless, and the moving will take place the day after tomorrow. It’s just so exciting, it will be pure adventure. I can tell you right now that there will be hardships, but the adventure will not leave any time soon.
I will be moving to California from Texas, which is an awesome place by the way. I have lived here for 3 years now and the adventure side of it has kind of slipped off by now. I need a new environment, new people, new air, new everything. It just doesn’t matter much to me where to travel to as long as it’s somewhere else and far. I’ve been feeling butterflies in my belly since I made this decision.
The reason why I’m writing this, is because I wanna keep a journal of what I deal with on a regular basis as a homeless who doesn’t know anyone in a one thousand mile radius. I have my cameras ready, I have my clothes ready, I have my luggage ready. I know exactly where I’m gonna go as soon as I get there. By the way, did I mention recreational marijuana is legal in California now? KUDOS. I’m so getting wasted when I get there. Just to celebrate me moving, and also just to smoke a joint with zero paranoia of getting caught and being thrown in jail for it, it’ll be sweet!
I need more than just a roller-coaster to feel the adrenaline, as I need more than a beer to get drunk. I need some big, big as moving somewhere you never been to and don’t know anyone there either! People who know me are being very supportive and they all compliment me on how brave I am. But that’s cause they think I’m using strength to do this, but I’m not. Doing this puts a smile on my face, and a huge one. I’ll be using passion, instead of strength to do this. And I’d have to be paid not to do it.
My only concern is my mother, she becomes very concerned when I do this. But I can’t just stop following my passions and dreams just cause my family don’t understand the way I think, and the way I am. They think I’m just crazy and make crazy decisions all the time, and that I don’t know what I’m doing. And it may all be true, but I don’t feel it’s true. I know I can take care of myself and that I can face anything. I do what I feel fills me up and makes me feel real and very alive.
Look at this video, this is where I’ll be moving to in two days. 🙂