Yesterday I was asked a question. It was hard to actually answer in some part. The question was: “Would I ever be homeless again?“
As I don’t have a crystal ball I really can’t answer that directly as things in life happen which we have no control over. A place I am living at could burn down, my mental health could take a massive spiral out of control or anything really. Any of those things (or others) could make me homeless again.
However, in saying that, I can honestly say no I don’t wish to be homeless again. Because as it was worked out yesterday with me and my Mum, I hadn’t been homeless for 22 years. It was actually 30 years. Like shit, that is one hell of a long time. So there is the answer, no I don’t want to be, but who knows what the future holds.
I get asked all the time about being homeless for so many years and so many different questions. And I know I have mentioned before I am going to do a Podcast series on it, but I just haven’t got around to start actually recording yet. I need to be in the right state of mind to start talking about some of that stuff and right now is not that time. But it will still be done and hopefully started soon as well.
Anyway, it’s 12.17am and I am going to try and go and get some more sleep. I will write some more either later today or tomorrow.
