A little over a year ago, I decided to finally pursue my dream of living in New York and writing fiction. I thought I had nothing to lose, and did the responsible thing and transferred my job, gave my car a tune up, and said goodbye to my cat.
To say that it has been a journey is an understatement. In the past year I have:
- Quit my job
-Become homeless more than once
-Considered sex work for cash
-Danced at bars for cash
-Turned my car into the bank
-And lived in public housing under the radar for a place to sleep
Now that enough time has passed that I can actually laugh at my experiences, I am posting them on my blog.
What gets me, however is the sheer number of people who made my journey difficult. I had to deal with people who made it their business to make me fail.
One specific individual whom I fully plan on exposing -along with his horrible emails- tried to dehumanize me. He called me the maid. He told me I was nothing, less than nothing, a leach. And when I replied that I had finally found full-time work, he congratulated me for being off welfare for two weeks. In one of his emails he asked if I had told my mother that I was no longer pissing on trees in the park. All because I dared to pursue my dreams.
But that didn't stop me. And now that things are getting better, I have so much more work to do.
I'd like to share my blog with you, for anyone who's thought of pursing their dreams but was afraid of what other people may think. It's just noise. A distraction. Just start writing.
Thank you all for reading.
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