Kindred spirits; but pretty whacky!
I'm trying to stop myself... it defies logic; it can't possibly be me, considering living on the road. Don't tell my mom; she's on a cruise!
By the time I was in college now working and going to school. I stayed in condos until they sold.
I lived some of the time, some of the best time; in the back of an El Camino Truck like thing with a camper shell. A piece of ply made a platform, and cargo went underneath the bed. It did spend some time in S.F. USA.
I'm in Love with an idea that I thought was surely dead. Living without all this mass!?
The heaviness of contracts and the ballast of a house with land. And an HOA?!
I'm almost medicare age! I can't medically exist unless I am 36-99 degrees F'. I can't afford to fix or even run an air conditioner. For my house.
No kidding. But then with solar, and my upfit... of a van, Maybe I could. Maintain environmental temp of 36-99 degrees. I struggle physically with heat especially. It can kill me.
I need a house; whose ALTITUDE I can adjust.
My family is independent; I'm disabled from some physical stuff, but high functioning otherwise.
I found myself in the back of a Cargo Van just now with a tape measure, and floor plans slide-showing in my visual mind overlaid on the beauty of the raw uninsulated massive cargo compartment. Now I feel excited and want to dump everything I own... nearly
And thought about waking up in that van, with no dark clouds, shrouding worries. No phone service. That feels like relieve.
When I was young I went from a non-spectacular middle-class family; well-to-do in my eyes now... from there at 14; into the streets, my family got too into debt and began to hate life and each other, maybe because of consumer excess.
Too much yelling etc. to stay for the divorce.
I went from a latchkey kid to a homeless kid. I slept in the concrete back porch of the area of unfinished houses... until foster care, that got me through High School. Please, no pity at all; the experience didn't warrant any. It wasn't bad at all.
After which; I did live in my car until I could afford a room. I considered buying a van and living in it in the 70's.
Insane; what about a family, a house, two cars, eight credit cards, 50 hours a week, stacks and stacks of papers, expectations... I'm so done.
Save me, by telling the truth to innocence.
Please Save me from my delusional self and tell me to "be responsible" come to my senses before I go down the path of selling all this "heavy" that is holding me down. And lighten my ballon.
I'm trying to stop myself... it defies logic; it can't possibly be me, considering living on the road. Don't tell my mom; she's on a cruise!
By the time I was in college now working and going to school. I stayed in condos until they sold.
I lived some of the time, some of the best time; in the back of an El Camino Truck like thing with a camper shell. A piece of ply made a platform, and cargo went underneath the bed. It did spend some time in S.F. USA.
I'm in Love with an idea that I thought was surely dead. Living without all this mass!?
The heaviness of contracts and the ballast of a house with land. And an HOA?!
I'm almost medicare age! I can't medically exist unless I am 36-99 degrees F'. I can't afford to fix or even run an air conditioner. For my house.
No kidding. But then with solar, and my upfit... of a van, Maybe I could. Maintain environmental temp of 36-99 degrees. I struggle physically with heat especially. It can kill me.
I need a house; whose ALTITUDE I can adjust.
My family is independent; I'm disabled from some physical stuff, but high functioning otherwise.
I found myself in the back of a Cargo Van just now with a tape measure, and floor plans slide-showing in my visual mind overlaid on the beauty of the raw uninsulated massive cargo compartment. Now I feel excited and want to dump everything I own... nearly
And thought about waking up in that van, with no dark clouds, shrouding worries. No phone service. That feels like relieve.
When I was young I went from a non-spectacular middle-class family; well-to-do in my eyes now... from there at 14; into the streets, my family got too into debt and began to hate life and each other, maybe because of consumer excess.
Too much yelling etc. to stay for the divorce.
I went from a latchkey kid to a homeless kid. I slept in the concrete back porch of the area of unfinished houses... until foster care, that got me through High School. Please, no pity at all; the experience didn't warrant any. It wasn't bad at all.
After which; I did live in my car until I could afford a room. I considered buying a van and living in it in the 70's.
Insane; what about a family, a house, two cars, eight credit cards, 50 hours a week, stacks and stacks of papers, expectations... I'm so done.
Save me, by telling the truth to innocence.
Please Save me from my delusional self and tell me to "be responsible" come to my senses before I go down the path of selling all this "heavy" that is holding me down. And lighten my ballon.
