Four months ago I went through one of the most devastating times of my life. It was not the worst thing that has ever happened; yet it felt like everything I had worked so hard for was so easily taken from me and I was left with empty hands and a furry companion to share the hardships.
Since then I spent a long period of time battling my lifelong challenges with mental health. The possibility of continuing on with my normal life was no longer an option and I had some serious choices to make. The first was whether to continue slaving away working towards a "normal life". After countless tears and empty bottles I made a decision that that was not for me. It never was. And I needed to do something about it.
So I planned to. And I did not. Not yet. I had been expecting to retrieve some of the small savings I had put away, that had subsequently been taken from me by an evil landlady. I received nothing, and lost more in the process. My plan was to hop in my car with my dog and take off for the west coast, but my financial problems had left me unable to get my car fixed up for the drive. Upon realizing my time was running out, I rented half of an attic-room in my friends house and am living in a dark corner for $200/month until I am on the road.
I had originally intended on driving out to find a new home. Plans change, though. My new goal is to just be on the road. I have lived a fair amount of my younger life on the road, both technically and at times, literally homeless and to be honest I miss every bit of it. Being tied to a job, house, and routine the past however many years has done nothing beneficial for my mental health.
Today I start my commitment to happiness and finding a life that really works for me. Step one is getting that car 100% legal and hitting the open road. Maybe one day I'll find somewhere I don't want to leave. Maybe I'll end up right back where I am. But I want to share my journey with all of you.
I have no plans and it's never felt better.
Cheers