Believe me;
When I exited, what amounted to foster care, at the end of high school. .. Van Dewlling as it's now well titled, It's probably been going on since the beach boys. I thought that was my unique vision or something, you know like a lightning bolt. haha.. (!) however not appropriate... I thought it was singularly my vision alone. See I was quite young and had a life of nomadism in my teens more or less thrust upon me; then shown how to backpack as well. And it both thrilled and scared me. Judging from my behavior 40/60.
That was fine with me; totally knew I could pull it off in a van. But other means of housing found me... so I postponed and moved wherever the worked matched the curiosity.
After reading the city parking van dweller article: I realized; gulp a knock in the night? That sounds pretty scary to me.
I got used to following rules, early in life; and I'd rather just keep following the rules. Though I did re-emergence of attitude, in my head into a dystopic view 30 years later. Heck, I don't even have an idea what those rules might be or what an ass I am for even asking such a thing. But the LAST thing I want is a knock on the door for breaking a rule. Whew... When I last did this; I was in a tent... it was a few miles from the car.
There even was a time right after high school when I was on my own; that a state trooper had that look like (I probably saved your life and you aren't even aware of it) a concerned cop. Grateful to all of them.
Maybe they are right. I went and got an apartment. It was by no means risk-free. I wished even now decades later that I was in charge, totally of where I was. That would have been better growing for me.
When I exited, what amounted to foster care, at the end of high school. .. Van Dewlling as it's now well titled, It's probably been going on since the beach boys. I thought that was my unique vision or something, you know like a lightning bolt. haha.. (!) however not appropriate... I thought it was singularly my vision alone. See I was quite young and had a life of nomadism in my teens more or less thrust upon me; then shown how to backpack as well. And it both thrilled and scared me. Judging from my behavior 40/60.
That was fine with me; totally knew I could pull it off in a van. But other means of housing found me... so I postponed and moved wherever the worked matched the curiosity.
After reading the city parking van dweller article: I realized; gulp a knock in the night? That sounds pretty scary to me.
I got used to following rules, early in life; and I'd rather just keep following the rules. Though I did re-emergence of attitude, in my head into a dystopic view 30 years later. Heck, I don't even have an idea what those rules might be or what an ass I am for even asking such a thing. But the LAST thing I want is a knock on the door for breaking a rule. Whew... When I last did this; I was in a tent... it was a few miles from the car.
There even was a time right after high school when I was on my own; that a state trooper had that look like (I probably saved your life and you aren't even aware of it) a concerned cop. Grateful to all of them.
Maybe they are right. I went and got an apartment. It was by no means risk-free. I wished even now decades later that I was in charge, totally of where I was. That would have been better growing for me.
