To preface this, I have been homeless before for about a year and a half. So I suffer from pretty severe ADHD but some of the times I value the most in my life are from those times as a “nomad” so to speak. I met a lot of great people and felt the most alive when I lived outside of the realm of capitalism, or off the grid entirely I guess. I’m a visual artist and a musician before anything and working shit jobs for little to no compensation really kills my soul to the core. I don’t know if I want to go back to that entirely because struggling for food and such wasn’t exactly fun but I have a bit of a nostalgic attachment to being entirely free and living without judgement or the fear of losing my home. I dunno, I’m just venting and being sentimental/nostalgic at this point but fuck man, working 10+ hours a day 5 days a week just feels like shit for me.