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I saw a train today when I was walking home from the bus stop. I stood there for a minute and watched it. I had this urge, I guess, to run down the ramp from Swissvale Station onto the train tracks and ride the train out west. I assume it was heading west.
I am very unsatisfied with my life here in Pittsburgh right now. My life consists of: waking up; dicking around on the internet; going to work; and sleeping. A few night ago I decided if I wasn't back in school by September I am going to move again. I am thinking about either California or Oregon.
I read this book once about this hipster who pretended to be a hobo and rode trains with other people who didn't have any other options in life. Sometimes I find the life of just traveling around and experiencing life to be interesting, but other times I feel like a huge poseur who wants to be a bum because I find it this romantic lifestyle.
I also watched this documentary about meth addicts living out in some ramshackle, haphazard trailer park/commune somewhere in the deserts of California. In the documentary, there were these anarchist hobo kids who the meth addicts were pissed at because they stole a bag of rice or something. Sometimes I wish I had the courage to do that too, be some anarchist street kid, stealing bags of rice and living wherever I wanted.
Just now I counted up all of the places I have lived since I graduated high school, and that number added up to ten. Ten places in 11 years. That's fucking insane. I probably get this from my mom, who likes to move around a lot also. It certainly isn't from my dad, who spent a few months in California, gave up, and moved back to Niles, OH to live with my grandma.
I also thought about this the other day; I haven't lived with either of my parents since 2007. Not that this is some amazing feat. I've had to mooch off of friends and go to food pantries to get food, but I get by. Shit, at one point I was eating at soup kitchens while I was living in New York, but I didn't go back home.
I don't think I'll ever be able to settle down in one place for too long. Every time I spend more than a year in one place I start to feel antsy, like my life isn't amounting to anything. I feel like I am missing out on life wherever I am living.
So anyway, my next home is probably going to be Oakland, CA or Portland, OR. Maybe Austin, TX. Who knows?
I am very unsatisfied with my life here in Pittsburgh right now. My life consists of: waking up; dicking around on the internet; going to work; and sleeping. A few night ago I decided if I wasn't back in school by September I am going to move again. I am thinking about either California or Oregon.
I read this book once about this hipster who pretended to be a hobo and rode trains with other people who didn't have any other options in life. Sometimes I find the life of just traveling around and experiencing life to be interesting, but other times I feel like a huge poseur who wants to be a bum because I find it this romantic lifestyle.
I also watched this documentary about meth addicts living out in some ramshackle, haphazard trailer park/commune somewhere in the deserts of California. In the documentary, there were these anarchist hobo kids who the meth addicts were pissed at because they stole a bag of rice or something. Sometimes I wish I had the courage to do that too, be some anarchist street kid, stealing bags of rice and living wherever I wanted.
Just now I counted up all of the places I have lived since I graduated high school, and that number added up to ten. Ten places in 11 years. That's fucking insane. I probably get this from my mom, who likes to move around a lot also. It certainly isn't from my dad, who spent a few months in California, gave up, and moved back to Niles, OH to live with my grandma.
I also thought about this the other day; I haven't lived with either of my parents since 2007. Not that this is some amazing feat. I've had to mooch off of friends and go to food pantries to get food, but I get by. Shit, at one point I was eating at soup kitchens while I was living in New York, but I didn't go back home.
I don't think I'll ever be able to settle down in one place for too long. Every time I spend more than a year in one place I start to feel antsy, like my life isn't amounting to anything. I feel like I am missing out on life wherever I am living.
So anyway, my next home is probably going to be Oakland, CA or Portland, OR. Maybe Austin, TX. Who knows?