Homeless and then Not

I left my COVID hide out in May to move back to Joplin and get a place with my BFF.  Lived outside in an abandoned RV…. 100s all June, 100s PLUS all July.  Except her marriage is on her last legs, she can’t stay sober and there’s meth everywhere…. time to abandon any plan of helping her at this time because she cannot help herself.  She has a 15 year old so I told her to get her shit together, but she can’t help me and I can’t help her.  So I decided to help myself instead.

Have some ridiculous legal issues to settle so I moved back to the COVID hide out.  Cousins in the woods in the middle of Missouri, but indoors.

There’s so much more to say Dear Diary, but you are filled with dirt and dust and cobwebs and if I could write in you every day again, maybe that would be a nice brain drain.  If I would write anything.  Books fill my head.

Made it to the Where Pigs Fly farm today.  Going to volunteer and help with eBay listings.  And poop shoveling and animal loving.  Google it, it’s amazing.  It may work into a job AND a place to live, DOOOOD 4 real.

EWS and I are still IRL friends, but not close enough because I’m not close to anyone anymore.  I’m locked up in a fortress inside and LOVE being alone.

Let’s catch up soon is something I say too often.