I’ve hit rock bottom. travelling life isn’t all fun and games. there are some major lows as well, but as a traveler you don’t want your friends back at home to panic or worry so you find that only certain people back home know the truth. the truth that you’re working for accommodation as you only have $100 to your name, the truth that you’ve applied for and dropped in about 15cvs to various leads every day yet nothing comes back. you physically can’t afford a ticket anywhere and tears can be fierce and fast for no other reason than no milk being on the free shelf so that cup of tea you’ve been saving the teabag for all day is gonna be without milk. the free shelves get raided at every opportunity and that pack of homebrand $1 noodles have never looked so appealing. it happens.
yet you don’t post this stuff on social media unless you have an online persona your close friends are unaware of. you grin and bear it as you know your not the only one in these shoes. you club together with friends to afford a jar of pasta sauce from Woolworths to “treat yourself” you count all the cents at the bottom of your bag and you learn what’s a necessity and what isn’t.
I’m bored of it all now.
But I have no idea where home is.