Hah! You wish!
I apologize for the lack of updates! After attempting to change my sleep-schedule into a functionally nocturnal form, because I don't want to again be awoken by police, I was a mental wreck. Some big things have happened, over the past few days.
First off, I've relocated back to my hometown. Moving away was pitched as a job-hunting experiment, so coming back quickly didn't seem to be a bad idea: my reason for coming back is to sell plasma, which requires a nearby mailing-address. I'd be lying, if I said that my familiarity with the local terrain had no compelling influence: I want to sleep without the scope of prying eyes. My old place of residence should function as proof of stability. For the convenience, I am willing to give a sizable portion of my income to my family. I was mistaken, in how my family would receive me. I am being told that there will be another talk about my enlistment, and I fear that I won't be able to again talk my way out it.
On the bus-ride into town, speaking with a soldier further softened my impression of the military: you're only yelled at during basic training, and that's only if you don't play along. My issue with joining the army is that I feel uncomfortable with overcoming an adverse economic condition by running to yet another authoritarian figure: I do that enough. What growth can be accomplished by a mundane live-in job? Beyond simply being a stale path, I don't feel comfortable with relying on the government so overtly and completely.
Empowered Thinking
(Lord knows that I'm not joining any martial ranks, so I need to do something that isn't panicking. The following is what my strategizing looks like.)
The beauty of being back home is the network I built there. The suburbs I currently occupy are not as forgiving of hobos as the university-city of last week, so I'll have to store the bulk of my belongings. Constantly wearing a large backpack is not an option. Starting as early as tomorrow, I'll begin my investigation of suitable store-points. If my favorite camp-site is still unoccupied, I might not need to stress any acquaintances.
I've been contemplating the needs of a "netbo," an internet-savvy hobo, and optimization-experiments have already begun. My netbook fits into my satchel easily, and I bet some light clothing-supplies wouldn't be too much to add. In a day, at Academy (what I shall, from now on, use to refer to the town in which Hobo Quest began), I made use of very little of my pack: my bed-roll and netbook were the only common removals. Here's what I'm surmising will make up the contents of my streamlined netbo-satchel:
- Netbook and power-cable
- Rain-coat
- Wallet
- Spare shirt/socks
- Light food
My sleeping-equipment might be wearable as how some people wrap a sweater around their waists, but that might be too conspicuous. A very generous former-hobo gave me a sweater that had helped him get through cold nights, and I… The main pouch of my backpack could hold the afghan-part of the bed-roll; with one sweater hiding within the other, wrapped around my waist?
With plasma as my source of income, doing my own laundry becomes easy; but I've still got to reduce how often that it needs to be done. I may be able to use the sea as a washing-machine, but I'd need a bus-pass. I need a bus-pass, to routinely sell plasma…
A larger satchel! But do I really need to expand?
My nights won't be able to go on very long, anymore. I got lucky, at Academy. If I can download more anime, I can still do something into the night: a flashlight and some old-fashioned books might do me better. Just working on my computer isn't fulfilling, any longer.
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The library I'm haunting closes in half an hour, and I'm quite distracted with the above. My apologies!
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