Kinda scared

There's always a blog commentary running in my head but I just never have the drive to type any of it out. Maybe now. Why? I don't know.

I got a frightening outlook on the future an hour or so earlier. I might be homeless soon, truly homeless without a place to go. ALL of my possessions will be lost forever. My pictures and books, my Grandmother's Bible, my clothes, my music collection, everything except what I can put into a backpack -- gone. There's nowhere that I can store any of it. There's nowhere for me to go, no couch to sleep on, no roof over my head, no shower, no toilet, no kitchen to make dinner in. Nothing. Me, my backpack, a tent, my hiking boots and about 50 dollars.

Upon first reading that this might come to be, I really felt sick to my stomach. A strong beer later and I'm letting it go for now. I might have another 2 weeks in my home, maybe 3, I don't know. I just made a huge pot of beef stew and then I can eat 35 cents worth of ramen noodles each day until the Sheriff comes to kick me out. My home will be foreclosed on and I'll be truly out on the street with nowhere to go. My life will change drastically and quite honestly I do not see myself surviving.

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