Life

Being homeless was never easy for me but if you have it easy your barely starting. This is my story, growing up my family and I never had much we lived in a small shack you could say, our living room was our bed room and kitchen the only thing apart from it was the bathroom, we never had clean water but with everything else we made it work. Although to many it wasn’t much, to me it was my everything, it was home. Now that Im 18, I live 100 miles away from where I first started, my parents are gone, my home demolished among others to become apartments for the higher level, its just me, my sleeping bag and tent. Going through the world as it swings its pendulum through time, right now I’m at this Walmart that seems like its been open for more then 100 of years, yet it’s been abandoned for almost a year. Moss grows on the side of the building, weeds taller then me line the walls of the building on all sides, as if mother nature wants to reclaim the land that was once hers. Maybe the forest near by is yearning for that land, I try to keep a distance between the two who knows how dangerous either area could be. Through the years, I’ve tried to keep a routine for myself to help the thoughts of giving up at bay. Although its always changing, seeing as how you have to make up for what you run out of, at the start of my routine I wake up each morning at 5am or so I think it is seeing as how I don’t have anything to keep track, following that I try to fix my hair with the hair tie that has stuck with me longer then anything else, even though its on its last thread, unlike my life it hasn’t given up yet. Once I finish I try to think about what I want to write that day, see I’m a writer I can write about anything and everything life, love, happiness although some experiences are too far in between. Today shall be about what its like being homeless with no one around. I won’t lie somedays I feel like this is what I was meant for, some people would think its sad, but I enjoy it I have had more experiences in life then many others. I know what to do in case I’m intruded by someone or something, if it gets to cold outside during the winter I can start a small fire with whatever is around and I know how to keep it under control keeping me warm ,since I don’t have a coat and although some may, “why not go to a shelter” don’t realize that shelters only offer a certain amount of help and aren’t as safe as being on your own in the real world. The weather today feels like a mix of humidity and rain, don’t get me wrong I love the smell of rain, the freshness of it where its gets windy and cool before it rains but my tent can’t support the wind and the rain, but as always I know its ok, I’ll be ok I’ll hide in my abandoned Walmart, all that lays in there is the empty shelves, anyways not a product is left inside. As I finish my story, yes this story, remember I told you I would be writing today. I say, “never give up even when the going gets rough because you never know if life is just testing you to see if you can make it.”