My Year of Learning: 2015 From Homelessness to Finding A Place of Peace Pt.3

My Year of Learning: 

2015 From Homelessness to Finding A Place of Peace 

Part Three

I’d run out of money and was losing my home. I couldn’t ask my friends to stay with them as they all lived in very tight quarters as it was. In my last month in LA I’d put in several applications and went to several interviews, but for whatever the reason it didn’t stick. I don’t know if it was because of how heavily modified I am, my personality or style. I felt a pang of fear.

I was alone in a strange city, far away from everyone and everything I’d ever known. I didn’t have a job, any money or anywhere to go. Being homeless on Venice Beach was something I’d seen and knew that I didn’t want to experience myself.  The things that I wanted to keep I asked my friend to put into his storage office for me, which they happily did. I’d asked someone  if I could stay with them, but I’d need to find my own way to the other side of America to do so. I’d packed up the things that I’d kept and waited to hear back. Within a day of me supposed to leave, I was told that it was a no go, and I’d have to find somewhere  else to go. I put out a plea on my Facebook asking everyone I knew if they could help me. A mutual friend of mine suggested a girl that she knew and I happily accepted. I was saved! Then she told me that it was in Albuquerque, New Mexico. I knew that no one 

could drive me that far. I pawed my Kat Von D autographed books and posters in order to get the money together for a one way flight. With four bags and everything that I owed packed up, my friend arranged for me to be dropped off at the airport. 

I went to the counter to check in for my flight and they informed me that only none of my baggage was covered with my ticket purchase. I almost was sick all over my shoes. I explained my situation to the man behind the counter, but he said it was just tough.

I messaged a friend to see if they could buy the baggage for me and I’d repay them as soon as I could, but naturally, they ignored my messages. Time was running out for me to make this flight. I was close to tears, watching the time slip away. There was a shift 

change and luckily the new employee helped me out in exchange for my last Kat Von D autographed book. He put the baggage through and I ran to try to catch the flight. The security line was miles long. There was no way I’d make the flight. I pushed and ran 

through and made it to the gate…15 minutes late. The flight had already departed. It turns out that they’d left early due to the gate 

needing to be used for another flight. I plopped down and the gate and just let loose. I was soaked with sweat, tears and snot. An employee noticed my state of dishelvement and offered me something to drink. Over a cola, I told her all that had happened and that I was stuck here and I didn’t know what to do. She told me it would all work out and once she got back from her break she’d see what she could do to help me. I waited at the security station for her, chatting to her co-worker, enjoying that I was being treated like a human being, despite all that had happened.

Next blog will be 'THE CHICKEN KING" followed by "WHATS IN MY CARRY ON BAG??" And My Year of Learning: 2015 Part 4! 

Goodbye!