be homeless for awhile

A really bad point in my life. It was really depressing and disgusting. The sad part of it, is to know that yoiur ‘friends and family’ who supposly ‘love’ you, usually won’t help you in a situation like that.

I must say that I would still like to do this. Some day after the kids are all grown and out there doing somethign for them selfs. But I have been really nice already this summer to those who are homeless. I have givin peanutt butter to the homless guys. They need soemthign too! So I hope that will help them just a little while and I hope they find what they are looking for!

Living in my car. Taking showers at school. Hiding from security. Fun stuff.

I didn’t like it.

But if I were to go point by point w/ Pro’s and con’s I know I’d end up with a lot more Pro’s then I would con’s – But I think that if I hadn’t had my mom their with me during this theirs no way I could even remotely list this as “Worth Doing” as a child I always had the feeling that “My mom knows what she’s doing, so don’t worry, what ever will happen will happen, but You shouldn’t worry” and so instead of focusing on the fact that we had to stay in two separate homeless shelters I instead tried to focus on the positive things I could find, after all harping on the negative wasn’t going to change the situation and was only going to make me and the ppl around me miserable.

I realize now though that mom hadn’t a clue what she was doing or a plan as to how we we’re going to overcome wear we were as I automatically assumed as a child, I do however know that as frightened as she may of been of our circumstances more then anything she was stubborn and strong.

I left home when I was 17 and I’ve always thought I was an adult. I stayed at my friends house and even met people at clubs some nights and ended up sleeping on their sofas. Well, the time came when no one was there to house me and I was left to sleep in Washington Square Park for a week. It was hard. I had no money for food and no money to make a phone call to my parent. This was in the winter of 1995. When I appeared back at my mothers door dirty and crying. I told myself that a home is nothing to run away from.