My Year of Learning: 2015 From Homelessness to Finding A Place of Peace Pt.4

My Year of Learning: 2015 

From Homelessness to Finding a Place of Peace

Part Four 

I know the last part was shorter that the previous two, but I needed to stop and take a break from writing, as it's an emotional thing for me to pen out.

I didn’t think I’d ever share this story, but I figure that by doing so, a lot of people can benefit and learn from it. And all i want out of sharing this is, that people see that they’re not entirely alone and that things to some degree can get better. 

Now that we’ve gotten past that, let's continue on with the story. 

I was able to get on the next flight to Albuquerque at no extra cost to me. I was informed at the check-in desk, that my luggage was indeed already in the city and would be waiting for me at their Customer Baggage Assistance area. I had no idea where that was, as I’d only been to the Sunport twice; once to arrive and the second time was to depart, and both times I had my luggage with me. „Fuck it.“ I thought. I’d just ask someone once I got there. The entire flight my heart was pounding. I’d never met this girl before. I’d spoken to her only once to confirm that I was coming to stay with her. I didn’t have a plan. I wasn’t making any money either. I had the little bit of cash the brilliantly kind airport woman had given me a few hours earlier. The two people I’d visited there last year had moved; one to near Boston and the other about an hour south somewhere. As we prepared for departure fear hit me like a brick. I don’t know this woman…what if she’s a serial killer? What if she molests me like the other girl I stayed with that time? I was effectively being choked to death by my thoughts. Then I remembered I’d have my friend Emily near by. Why didn’t I think of her before? After all, I was staying at her flat tonight while she’s away. There’s no way I could stay with her long time. She had a beyond tiny flat that she shared with a cat…who I found out had a nasty temper. I landed at the Albuquerque Sunport and collected my bags. I didn’t know if Emily had someone picking me up or if I’d have to try and manage to get to her place. There wasn’t any sight of public transit to where I was going…and I had 4 bags and now a box to try and carry.  

I connected to the WLAN and booked myself a taxi. The driver was around my age, smoked like a chimney and was more curious about me than my own parents had ever been. He chatted the entire ride to her little building and demanded a tip. I argued with him that I didn’t have any extra money and that I couldn’t tip him. He dumped my bags onto the pavement and huffed off. Thankfully, there was a skater kid coming up the street who saw that I was in need of help with my luggage. He offered a hand and together we lugged all the things to the door. I thanked him and he warmly told me no worries and to enjoy my stay before heading off. I watched his retreating back skate down the street until he disappeared into the distance. 

„I’m alone in this strange place and I’m starving.“ Thankfully, the wifi was unlocked and I had a few extra bucks so I could order some take-away. My mate had told me to help myself to whatever she had, but I felt like I’d already overstayed my welcome just by asking her to crash for the night. I ordered from a popular cheap pizza joint and waited for it to arrive. Her cat slunk around the corner of the bed and sat watching me, his vivid green eyes full of curiosity. What I didn’t know was that it was a malicious curiosity. He reached his little paw out to me and I was like „By Jove! She’s taught the cat to shake hands!“ I reached out to him and greeted him. „Alright?“ He scratched me, hissed and retracted his paw. „THE PUSSY HAS GONE MENTAL!“ Now, I know it was wrong, but I was afraid that he’d hurt me or get into my things, as he looked as he was about to set up camp in my duffle back, I stuck him in the bathroom. He had his food, water and cat box. Just as I finished shutting him in the bathroom the pizza arrived. Starved, I hastily shoved the bills at the delivery boy and dug into the pizza. It was amazing. Cheese and tomatoey. Well worth what I’d paid. I settled in and enjoyed some Netflix as I fell asleep, exhausted from the days events. 

I woke up close to noon the following morning. I still hadn’t heard from the girl that I was supposed to be staying with. I was a little scared that I’d come all this way and it was some sort of a cruel joke. (Things like this have happened in the past.) I Facebooked her and she said a mate of hers could drop me at her apartment complex, where she lived with her nan. I wasn’t bothered by that. I’ve always gotten on well with older people. And really, I was just thankful that someone had agreed to take me. Little did I know that it would be giant mistake and a complete disaster….

I’ve not been that into my photography blog as of late either. I’ve not updated it in about 2 months. Its good photography, but the views aren’t there. I’m at a loss for ways to promote it. I link it on social media, but I suppose most of the people I know aren’t that into it. Maybe I’ll post some of the shot for sale on here. BUT! I do have a bit of good news! I finally made a RedBubble sale!! Took 10 months just about, but goddamn it I did it. Sold 4 items. Do any of you sell on RedBubble? I also have a Zazzle account for some of the photography and art designs. Any tips would be appreciated! 

A month ago, I was hired to be a part time after school nanny for a local child. They liked me, emailed me back that they’d love to have me on…and I’ve not heard anything back. i’m kind of afraid to ask about it. I don’t want to seem rude or pushy. What do? I suppose she could have mixed up the tour dates, and thinks I’m on tour now…I don’t know. I’ll send her an email…I just hope it doesn’t explode in my face. 

UPDATE: It did explode in my face. Or rather, I exploded in frustration. She didn’t mix up the dates. When I asked her „Are you still in need of my services?“ I got, „I’m so lame, but I got it covered. Thanks again!“ Um, WOT? No, no. You are not lame. You are a cunt. A cunt is what you are. And what was she thanking me for? My message? For wasting my time? I’m not entirely sure on that one. It’s not the fact that she chose someone else over me, despite hiring me, its the fact that she didn’t inform me of it! I turned down 4 other jobs, as I was waiting for her to give me schedule details. So, thats £300-400, I lost out on! A little common decency isn’t too much to ask! Christ’s sake. Have you guys ever had an experience like that? And if so, how did you handle it? I suppose its good that I’m not working for a person like that…

Keep your eyes out for the next update: Drama Lama CHILDHOOD RELAPSE!