Dear Diary, I have walls! Actual walls! And a roof! I even have rooms! It’s not much, but it’s more than I had before. I can even shower and use the bathroom during the day now! And it’s so nice to be able to eat at a counter instead of sitting on my bed. My bed is even in a completely different room. I’ve been wandering from room to room just because I can. I painted up a storm to save…
Dear Diary, A lot has changed since I last wrote. The next day, I found out there’s a park near my lot (calling it a “house” seems wildly optimistic) with grills! Actual grills! There are bathrooms too, which made me feel silly for paying for that toilet and shower I can only use in the dead of night when no one is around, but I was too optimistic about one day having walls to sell them, even if I really…
Dear Diary, First day in Newcrest. There’s not a lot to see, but that was my goal. I’m not looking to make friends or settle down, or even date just yet. I have too much to do first. I want to paint, to write, to be inspired without losing my voice and vision. I want to be an original. Not the next Picasso or Shakespeare, but something new. Something people will remember generations after I’m gone. I don’t need the…