The Memories 1 Picture Can Bring

After a very long time, I got access to my very old Facebook account that went back like 13 years to be able to download a copy of all my data. I had to prove to Facebook that it was actually me trying to gain access to the account as the email was no longer valid and also the password I had no damn clue what it was. It was none of my usual ones.

I have slowly started going through the data, the posts, the comments, my friends (at the time), the photos, the memories and so much more. As you all know I reached a milestone on the 9th September 2020, which was not being homeless for 2 1/2 years. Which just randomly scrolling through some of the photos in one of the data albums I came across a photo that I sent to my mum many years ago. She wanted to see where on the street I was sleeping. I was embarrassed and ashamed, but she wanted to see. So I took a photo with my phone and sent it. This is the photo below.

So, what we have here are my 2 backpacks which had everything I owned at the time. The black and yellow bag had my pride and joy in it, which was my laptop and some other odds and ends. The other bag had a change of clothes, a towel and medication. Being homeless you can’t carry too much around with you every day, it is just too much.

I remember this image well. It is the middle of winter and I have 2 blankets on a bit of concrete on the grounds of a church that I was allowed to sleep at (as I knew and still know the Ministers of this church – they would provide me with the blankets and something to eat, very very nice people indeed). These two blankets took away some coldness from the bare concrete (which I would sleep on in Summer due to the heat). And my Australian flag sleeping bag which fully opened up to cover me on those cold nights. And I tell you some, well most of those nights were bloody cold as ice. The sleeping bag wasn’t designed for cold weather, but I got through, I had no choice. 

On the very far right of the picture you see part of a drain covering, the is the draining for the rain as this wasn’t a fully covered area. Actually, where this is set up right now there was no cover from the rain. I had to go onto a step with everything with was smaller then I was and curl into a ball and to cover my bags just to keep everything dry.

One image, so many memories, such bad times for the most part. All I know right now is after 2 1/2 years of being in a small dog boxed unit until my forever 1 bedroom unit comes up there is no way I can handle going back to that old lifestyle. The coldness gets to me indoors now and my health has got worse since coming into housing. Which is not a bad thing we found out some other serious health problems we never would have known if I continued on the streets as I hardly ever went to the doctors.

So, to the people who I used to talk to back in these days, this is one of the few spots that I used to talk to you from. Just outside of view from this image is a set of 4 powerpoints I was allowed to use which kept my laptop and phone charged. And I know none of you even knew of this until the newspaper article about all my belongings being stolen. I have attached that image below.

Anyway, that is enough for now. More from me coming soon and I will continue to share important things that I find whilst going through my old Facebook, which for the most part was during over a decade on the streets. 

About The Author

Zac is from the Central Coast of New South Wales in Australia. Zac runs his own online Web Design & Management business. In his spare time, he likes playing computer games, such as Need for Speed Most Wanted, Flight Simulator X, The Sims 4 and various others. Zac also enjoys spending time walking along the shoreline at the beach. Zac has a lot of health, both physical and mental which he is currently working on after a long history of abuse, hardship and decades being homeless. Zac continues to get by day by day and is moving forward with his life and is no longer letting anyone hold him back.