I was never attached to anything, I was never dependent on anything. this is what the wandering life taught me.
sometimes I seem to get caught in someone’s dream and dream with my eyes open.
I am now dependent on the people around me, other residents, staff, and team members.

I live in a boarding house where things are weird and disturbing. anxious and difficult to be independent when the rules change every minute.

although my life here is good enough and peaceful I miss my old life when everything was clear or you will survive dependent on you.

I know there are situations that would envy such a life but I don’t envy myself …. I want to get out of here and go on a journey of a lifetime