Things are a changing...

...no more hotel living. More to come later. If this makes no sense, read this. Unpacking at the moment. ;) peace

Why I'm Homeless

I've gotten some emails and DM's on Twitter on why I am homeless. You can read why here. ;) peace

Songs of Sunday

This is so fitting! I am so grateful that I had my brother to come and stay with when my unemployment ran out and I could no longer afford my hotel rooms in California. It's been a great and relaxing month and a half up here and him and I have had so much fun, it was great to spend time with him.

On that note, unemployment has kicked back in, possible job opportunity this week...and most of the bad weather has left Cali. Brookings is a great little community, and I really enjoyed (needed) that small town feeling. I didn't realize some of the situations I have endured in the past 3 years had taken such a toll on me mentally and emotionally. I feel stronger, I needed the laid back lifestyle that Brookings has provided me. The days at the beach, laughing and joking with my bro, doing "normal" things like laundry, dishes, cooking, cleaning...things I've missed since I've been in a hotel. You wouldn't think you would miss those things until you haven't done them in almost two years. Knowing where I will be laying my head each night and waking up knowing where I am, and not wondering what city...what hotel am I at again? Not having to pack and unpack each week or couple weeks, pulling my clothes off their hangers in my closet...golden! lol In any case, if I'm ever to have my own place and do these tasks that I think some people may take for granted, I need to find a job. So I'm ready to go back and start the search again from Sacramento to the Bay Area and everywhere in between. Priceline will once again make a lot of money off me. ;)

I think my brother would like me stay up here or even get a job and live up here, but um I'm not really Brookings, OR material. I'm definitely Cali, Nor Cal at that!! So my song for Sunday is More Bounce in California, Soul Kid 1. Because that's how we roll! ;) peace

Hotel Living

Why am I homeless and living in a hotel (when I can)? I've got some emails asking, so let me explain. :) In January of 2008 I moved out of where I was living and moved in with my aunt and cousin because she had just been diagnosed with terminal cancer and I wanted to help out. My cousin lost his dad to cancer years earlier and I didn't want him to go through this alone. So I moved in and helped out with her care, she passed in February and I had promised her I would make sure her son was taken care of and I would be there for him. My cousin is 35 but never did anything for himself, his mom or a girlfriend did everything for him. It was difficult, first I had to get him off weed, be there through the grieving process (I put mine off and it hit me months later) and basically teach him how to be an adult. In June of 2008 my contract position with Intel ended and I found another position in a city about 100 miles away, with no place to live (my cousin was losing the house)and not sure if the job would go perm and with no end date on the contract, I took it and rented a hotel room. Been in one ever since and I still had to commute back to Sacramento on the weekends and work with my cousin, he lost the house and I had to help him look for an apartment, show him how to pay bills, get his his own cell phone contract, etc... I've never wanted kids and that is exactly why, I can't imagine being a parent to a toddler much less a grown ass man! He's my cousin though and I love him and I kept my promise to his mom. He's doing good now, he's working, he's clean and has his own apartment and even though I still get like 4 phone calls a day with him freaking out, he's on his way to independence. So the position I took, didn't work out, so I took another contract position in another city and once again, back to renting a hotel room and that's been the cycle since. I just got laid off from that job and so now I'm on unemployment, looking for work and just trying to accept the wonderful parts of life, because they are there. ;) peace

Hotel Living

Why am I homeless and living in a hotel (when I can)? I've got some emails asking, so let me explain. :) In January of 2008 I moved out of where I was living and moved in with my aunt and cousin because she had just been diagnosed with terminal cancer and I wanted to help out. My cousin lost his dad to cancer years earlier and I didn't want him to go through this alone. So I moved in and helped out with her care, she passed in February and I had promised her I would make sure her son was taken care of and I would be there for him. My cousin is 35 but never did anything for himself, his mom or a girlfriend did everything for him. It was difficult, first I had to get him off weed, be there through the grieving process (I put mine off and it hit me months later) and basically teach him how to be an adult. In June of 2008 my contract position with Intel ended and I found another position in a city about 100 miles away, with no place to live and not sure if the job would go perm and with no end date on the contract, I took it and rented a hotel room. Been in one ever since and I still had to commute back to Sacramento on the weekends and work with my cousin, he lost the house and I had to help look for an apartment, show him how to pay bills, get his his own cell phone contract, etc... I've never wanted kids and that is exactly why, I can't imagine being a parent to a toddler much less a grown ass man! He's my cousin though and I love him and I kept my promise to his mom. He's doing good now, he's working, he's clean and has his own apartment and even though I still get like 4 phone calls a day with him freaking out, he's on his way to independence. So the position I took, didn't work out, so I took another contract position in another city and once again, back to renting a hotel room and that's been the cycle since. I just got laid off from that job and so now I'm on unemployment, looking for work and just trying to accept the wonderful parts of life, because they are there. ;) peace

Homeless people like to talk to me...

...they do, I don't know why. They just don't ask me for money, they go beyond that...like that they know me...for instance; the guy who thought I was Mike. So I'm walking on my lunch break, remember I work in downtown Sacramento, CA's capital and there is a guy on the sidewalk asking people for money. I am not saying he's homeless, just that he looks a bit unkept and he has like a backpack and a garbage bag sitting next to him. I have my headphones on and I see his lips move but don't hear what he says, I sort of just smile and shake my head no. Then I hear him yell Hey! (over the sound of The Killers mind you, telling me about how when I was young) So I turn around and take off my head phones and say...what? He asks if we went to school together...oh hellz naw...he's gotta be like 50 and I know I don't even look my age now at *30sumtin* and I was like, um..no. He asked if I was from Virginia or Rhode Island or some state where the pilgrims shot us heathens (I am Native American for those just logging in)once again, I was like...no. So I put my headphones on and start walking away (there was a bowl of Thai noodles calling my name!) and I can still hear him yelling Hey!...oh so now he is going to start following me sreaming Mike! Mike! It's me Mike! We went to school together!

*sigh* Ok...I am not a patient man by nature, I don't like waiting, I impulse buy and the microwave needs to be upgraded to one of those replicators they have on Deep Space 9. I do though, tend to have more patience for those who are mentally disturbed (which is why I've kept my best friends this long!! *ba dump bump*) so I turn around to him and calmly explain I have never been to school back east, I have never met you before and I'm positive WE did not go to school together, sorry. He just gives ME this most disgusted look and says...fine Mike...be that way...and turns around to go back to his backpack and garbage bag.
I felt small. I wanted to run after him and say "look, if I was Mike I would so be talking to you, you seem cool...but I'm not Mike!". Then again, I have Thai noodles waiting for me, so we parted seperate ways.

On another note...did you vote?! I've been watching the polls and projections...it seems (lawd let it be!) that there may be a shift in Congress...I don't want to say anything, I'm just going to go watch CNN and light a candle.
;-) peace
p.s. I was trying to add some pics, but blogger is being difficult.