We need a local animal shelter that is “no-kill” with an attached spay/neuter clinic. We have a good humane society that fosters animals, finds homes, and raises money for food and medical care. My thought is for every mile I walk people send in a can of cat and/or dog food to this group, for every town I reach, someone rescues a stray cat or dog from a city street or county road, by the time I reach the county edge, that stray has been spayed or neutered, been given its shots, placed into foster care or a forever family, for every state I walk across people help animals with food and vet care. Not by giving money to a faceless group, but by opening their hearts and homes AND wallets to a helpless animal and providing the food, shelter and vet care on a one on one ratio.
I’ve put most of my stuff into storage. Friday and Saturday I will finish the house cleanout. My landlord was given notice already. I figure getting a p.o. box will wrap up domestic details.
My old place is ending. A new paint job and a new tenant and there will be no trace I was there. I’m 44 years old and want to do something bigger than shop for Viking romances on EBay. I’m fat, with glasses, thinning hair and bad teeth. I have my cat, a best friend and way to many books. I want an adventure AND to do something that makes me feel like I’m not invisible. Spending money at thrift stores so someone will say “Hi. How are you?” Volunteering for a group where I wasn’t wanted, but determined to claim a spot somewhere, quitting only when the group’s president was so godawful to me, being part of the group wasn’t worth the pain. I’m looking for a place where I fit in, where I’m wanted. That is my personal goal in all this. To find the perfect city in the United States for me.
Maybe tomorrow I will have cold feet about this. It feels good writing this down. After my stuff is all in storage and my friend has my cat, it seems one foot in front of the other will be all I need.