A couple of nights ago, Artie was talking to me in my dreams. He told me 'kid - its all going to be OK'.
So, the next day the lady who cleans toilets and the river area where I park my car overnight asked me to work for her and offered me the option of living at her house.
What an opportunity.
Yes it is going to hurt my sore body, but I gotta do something that might give me the money to fix my car, to have a home. I can't keep doing what I am doing. Is it a good idea or should I just go to Melbourne? I will have to wear steel cap boots, it is going to hurt my sore foot. I'm confused.
This lady is pretty keen to help me. So I met her to talk about it. I have decided to make the change, and give it a good go. Last night was my last night sleeping in my car - hopefully. I am scared about lots of things, of being let down... Or of not being able to do the work.
If last night is going to be my last public bbq dinner and last night sleeping by the lake, how do I feel? Boo hoo, I feel sad- how funny is that? It's silly isn't it? I'm going to miss the freedom of being homeless, the bbq, the beauty. who's better off?
I feel real strange, it's scaring me more to go to a home than being homeless. I guess I know that in my car I wont be let down, and I have the beauty of my surroundings. It's weird, I have adjusted to a future of surviving as a homeless woman. I'm scared of having a home. Have I lost the plot?
In the afternoon I had an offer of a bed from someone I knew from years ago. I doubted his motives, so said no. Am I crazy, knocking back a bed and some time watching TV? I prefer bbq and sunrises to mansions.
Yesterday when I left the public barbecue area and went to the lake to think things over and have some quiet, I had a nice couple show up ask me if I'm ok and invite me to their home. I thanked them and told them I was fine. I realise that I was becoming withdrawn. I need to make a move.
Yep Artie told me the other night in my dream that he's been busy. He said 'kid I don't like the way you are living - it's not good.' I' not crazy, he did talk to me last night and today proves it. The emotions are weird, I believe Artie is watching over me.
Funny - I have knocked back 2 beds today and accepted a offer of a job AND a bed. Other days I don't even speak to another human let alone being asked to move into someone's home. Everyone says I'm waking up to the million dollar view. Wow, this is a strange life, but I do believe that I have angels looking after me.