I am Home

There was a day when it all felt 'normal'. I only remember that my hand independently stopped thumbing through the calendar on my lap and I looked up sharply at the brick wall, as if it had started speaking to me. Staring at nothing, eyes glazed over as I looked inside not out I watched the moment… Continue reading I am Home

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I broke my foot and then became homeless

I don't even know her name... The girl who is the reason I broke my foot. She was German, and very sharp thats all I remember. I was WOOFING, which is willing work on organic farms for those who this is new to, and is very popular in New Zealand. I was working at a hostel, cleaning… Continue reading I broke my foot and then became homeless