Blog: Moving From Texas to California [Homeless]

SanDiego_Skyline_JohnBahu_1280x642_downsized   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. 🙂


Blog: Too much time in your hands


Having too much time into people’s hands can be disastrous. I always say people who battle with a bad habit should have a plateful of things to do, or they will go back to said habit. For me personally, too much time gives me time to write, and I love to do so. Too much time for me is always an open door for something new, or an open door to pick up old hobbies. Honestly, I do not want to make this post about me at all. I would like to share what –I have learned and accomplished so far in my 33 years of –life career.

I have never been a prideful person, at least not excessively. But I have picked up very bad habits in the past, such as smoking, which can kill you. I managed after 10 years of going through a pack of cigarettes a day to zero smoking. How? It was pride. This is probably the most important decision I have ever made in my life. For someone with a bad habit such as smoking, knowing that this habit might kill them, but yet they cannot seem to overcome it, it is hard to accept. I used to cling to the idea that maybe it would not kill me, since not all smokers get cancer, or another desease.

What helped me quit smoking was a strong sense of pride that overtook me. In a few words, my mother was getting me cigarettes, which was embarrassing as it is. I was not working because of a very bad metal illness that I was wrestling with at the time. So, my mother, influenced by her boyfriend told me I had to find somewhere else to live, and that she was not getting me cigarettes anymore. For me it was unbelievable just to hear those words coming out my mother’s breath. I was so deeply hurt, and I said “okay, that’s fine, I’m gonna find somewhere else to live and I am also quitting cigarettes. I don’t remember if I actually said the words out loud, but I surely felt the oddest feeling I ever felt in my life. It was pride, it must have been; or, perhaps a miracle from God.

It’s been a little over two years since then. I moved to a different state, pay my own rent, and have not smoked a cigarette since then. Maybe this story doesn’t speak much to you, specially if you have never dealt with an unhealthy addiction. Now I write, vlog, work, cook, exercise, and specially — I no longer smoke.