199 Well I look loads different from the first time I was homeless (another lifetime ago you can read about it in another blog sometime.) but then...20 years makes a pretty big difference to your weight and the map on your face. I'm more tired now than I used to be and I am not as fit as I was then.......but I have mentally a lot more fight in me than I used to have.
So here I am, five foot small, over weight, not very fit, loads of issues physically because I have some arthritis, rheumatism, 9 collapsed discs in my spine that sort of thing.. Ideally I would love a mobile home type thing, a converted bus would be heaven...Doras (my Mum) Daughter The Explorer.
I'd paint it mad colours and furnish it with all my favourite colours and materials and personalise it.
In fact, out of all of this shenanigans I did decide that before I get into a house or a flat or whatever I would by hook or crook find myself a converted van (a factory made vehicle is way beyond my financial capabilities) and so, the great plan has been born.
I have....50 quid so far, enough for one tyre I think but its one tyre less to save up for...so I am on my way to making the final gesture and leaving...and before I do, I will earn as much as I can from my daytime job...which I began yesterday and will last a whole week, to earn as much as is humanly possible in the circumstances.
Adventure here we come. I hope, well I am going to give it my absolute best shot. Dreams rarely 'come true' they take hard work, focus and determination. I took the first step by simply uploading the process of reaching a crossroads, by processing the past and leaving it behind, by being me in fact.....ready, willing to try and above all, not giving up just because currently I can't see how to get a van so its.....tally hoooooooooooooo
