Isn't she lucky?

I remembered the day as clear as yesterday.

I remember standing at the airport with my father and my Aunt Jackie, sobbing and him clinging onto my rolley luggage for dear life.

I was being kicked out of my home and he was crying harder than I was.
Off and on the plane ride I kept wiping my tears.

I was moving to Pennsylvania for God knows how long with my Aunt.
I was going to learn to manage on my own (kinda.) and grow the fuck up.
I was getting kicked out of my fathers house because my step mother verbally abused me and my step cousin liked to steal my thongs.

I had a fleeting thought yesterday as I was reading over facebook about deleting this, about deleting my blogspot. Who would want to see what I would have to say ?

I could delete myself but I cant cut my life short, my words short because a handful of people don't like every word that comes out of my mouth.

That is life. You deal. You cry, you write a blog and flip off the past.
You learn from it, you cry some more and drink too many cups of coffee with girlfriends who watch your eyes glisten from happy tears.

In the airport I had to say goodbye to alot of things i never realized I would have to gain on my own, a home, people I could rely on and a new life.

I'm grateful that at least I could move on but it always occurs to me how close I came to being homeless.
I dont ever forget that and I try not to think about it as much but I guess tonight as I was sitting around with my girlfriends at a coffee shop I realized how far I still have to go.