Personal Narrative: My Homeless Journey

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Mom, The past few days on this journey in the wilderness, I have made an encounter with a sufficient amount of impacting people. Meeting compassionate, considerate, and loving individuals who have a great desire for what I am here for.Staying in a temporary trailer has become my living environment provided by Wayne Westerberg, who has provided me as his son. He also found me a job at McDonald's which was not in my plans, but I have traveled a sufficient distance to stop a while . I couldn't keep it away from my coworkers that I was on foot during this journey. I've made it through Alaska connecting personally with nature, finding food, and coming in contact with people who offer to help with hitch hiking. Part of trying to slip back in from…show more content…
Perhaps the assumptions based on the way they had approached my well being divides how individuals determine who is wealthy and successful rather than sufficiently happy. While making it out from a men's home, a truck driver assumed I was just a typical homeless, not on a voyage. I realised that society is not free and judgments will be made. Hence having a degree will not show my worth to society if I do not have the correct appearance they expect. Hearing arguments in the streets between people, seeing the love and hearing fast and loud movements, I knew this was not where I wanted to be. I was able to hitch hike toward the wilderness and settle back with myself, where it is simple, slow, with cold lonely air. My journey so far has been free, wild and lustful. The time away has been an autodidact and an industrial experience; many people have told me to contact you via public phones and mail, but It was arduous to reach out to a phone or paper while…show more content…
Including a friend of mine, Wayne Westerberg has given me the most useful advice towards my trip. In fact, my intentions of walking into the wild was to not walk out. Though Wayne Westerberg gave me the support I was in need of that did not come across my mind, I have managed to come this far.. Supplying me with a ride, and multiple jobs he became a reason to why i'm alive. I am okay, and alive, I do have a place in Alaska that I have my permanent residence at. I don't plan on traveling back home, but as for now I am going day by
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