A List of Occurrences, Chronologically Ordered.
Father invites a ‘friend’ from two town hops ago to live with us, offers my room. I sleep on the floor for a month before she suddenly leaves.
Parents move my brothers and I into a single room in our apt, so father can further his... hydroponic garden
5$ bill colorized, confused for months but pleased with the change
Obama elected. I am pleased to have . . . helped my parents make their vote
We are able to move into a house for the first time since foster care. I have my own room at 16. The State will be pleased.
Swine flu outbreaks, make many pig jokes. MJ dies, confusion—why is everyone crying when he was bad??
In helping father’s gardening, I finally receive a paltry income. I waste it at Utrecht on too many supplies I will not use. I’m briefly content.
Deepwater Horizon explosion, BP oil spill.
I go to Japan with a small group of classmates. It’s the happiest I’ve ever been
I waste my time drawing digitally, and playing bejeweled. I fail to graduate on time. I start physical therapy (again) for the CPS
The owners of the house foreclose on us with no warning, we move back into an apartment. Father downsizes his garden. We return to foodboxes.
Best Friend’s family moves back to Texas for fifth time. She is sick of it, moves in with my family until she can afford her own place.
Ai Weiwei is arrested/detained. Occupy Wall Street, Osama’s death, DADT ends. Political drama seems constant for the first time.
Trayvon Martin’s death. Aurora Shooting. Sandy Hook.
I begin taking online commissions, and ‘donating’ plasma to help pay rent.
Disney purchases Lucasfilm. Why is this a big deal?
BFF seeks help with world creation for novel series. I get involved with writing again.
I draw uncomfortable topics for money. Why are people even asking for this. How do I sell landscape paintings instead.
Apartment complex transfers hands, we are briefly homeless again. Find stay in a motel. Garden related issues involve local authorities. I fight to keep my brothers together and well until it blows over.
I start at PCC, get recruited into a few art classes, make a single friend.
No one will rent to my mother. The motel is so cramped.
I take many classes with my new friend. At ‘home’ depression hits new levels. Anxiety.
Take a fiction writing class. Enjoy it immensely. Once again escape into film and novels.
Mother is laid off, desperately seeks new job. No one will her hire for months.
A deviation in my norm occurs. New friend is now new datemate. Drama begins. I have never felt so confined in the motel room.
I stop drawing. I didn’t know depression could take away what it had given. There is no escape anymore.
I barely finish my transfer degree at PCC. I get into the dorms at PSU with datemate. I can breathe for once.
BFF nearly cuts all contact with me. Parents demand visitations.
I force drawing again, and attempt to ignore issues around me. Datemate pushes for me to “seek help.” It’s not happening. Imposter Syndrome worsens.
Accepted into BFA program at PSU. The self-doubt has quieted (for a short time)
I take a few commissions. I work on improving my environmental drawings. I wish they had illustration classes for more than just the GD students.
How many times must the CPS resurface before the doctors decide that maybe phys therapy isn’t enough?