Nomad becoming
I don't think I chose a nomadic lifestyle as much as it chose me. I was used to moving around a lot from an early age. My mother struggled with her Mental Health and addiction, which in one way or another led to frequent change. I went to more schools than there were years to attend them. It was rare we ever had the chance to unpack.
Unfamiliar places, unfinished spaces or in the back of the station wagon- there were a lot of unconventional living situations. I didn't know any different at the time.
By the time I was in high school, my mother and I could no longer coexist. But I stayed with her on paper to not get swept up in the system. I would camp somewhere close by so I could keep an eye on her. In a park, by the beach, in the shadows, out of reach. I'd sneak into friend's sheds or basements in the winter months on rotation.
Eventually I spent my summers away and came back to the city for winter. Hibernate and work and save for the next season outside. I couldn't leave my hometown permanently, not until my mother died.
Then I left without returning
For a long time.
Unfamiliar places, unfinished spaces or in the back of the station wagon- there were a lot of unconventional living situations. I didn't know any different at the time.
By the time I was in high school, my mother and I could no longer coexist. But I stayed with her on paper to not get swept up in the system. I would camp somewhere close by so I could keep an eye on her. In a park, by the beach, in the shadows, out of reach. I'd sneak into friend's sheds or basements in the winter months on rotation.
Eventually I spent my summers away and came back to the city for winter. Hibernate and work and save for the next season outside. I couldn't leave my hometown permanently, not until my mother died.
Then I left without returning
For a long time.
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