During my trip, I had made several entries in a journal that I had had for years but never used. The pages were still crisp even though they were slightly discolored with age. I couldn’t remember where I had picked it up, but when I was packing four days ago, I knew it would be important for keeping my thoughts straight.
I had made a list. The first thing on it was finding a place to stay. The second thing was finding a job. I knew the former was more important of the two, but I didn’t know how willing a landlord would be in leasing a place to someone with no income.
I decided to spend the day looking for work. When the sun started to go down, I was sure I could find a shelter somewhere. It wasn’t ideal, but if it was only for a night or two, I could handle it.