In November of 2009 I was kicked out of my house. Abandoned. Left to fend for myself. I had spent some time with my previous roommates and I wasn't expecting to have to figure it out. I wasn't even aware there were any problems in the house. I thought everything was going along fine. Was it ideal and perfect? No. But it worked... or so I thought.
So there I was. Me and my thing. Outside. I had no where to go. No one to go to. No where to sit down. So I did what anyone would do - I began walking around aimlessly trying to think of a plan. A goal. A way out of this mess of homelessness. When you live somewhere for 3 years, you never create an alternate plan for when everything falls through. Why would you?