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I really miss New York, even now, seven years later. I loved that Christmas, and will always remember it. Although the name of the uncle escapes me, I remember him completely. He had a fiancée, too, but she stayed in the city that year. He was so nice to me, unlike one of the older uncles who wouldn't even acknowledge my presence neither Christmas that I had been there, or any other holiday, for that matter. Yet that Uncle I connected with. If I ever saw him again. . .
After New York, I went west, towards the mountains. I felt drawn to them. I had seen pictures of the Rockies when I lived in my first foster home, and now I wanted to see them for real. I started hitch hiking as soon as I got to the highway. I ended up walking all the way to New Jersey, though. Just outside of New York State, I caught a ride with a woman who was taking her three kids from some small town in Jersey to Oklahoma City to stay with her sister. I travelled with them that far. When we got there, I left them and walked through the city. I never made it to the Rockies, because I liked Oklahoma and decided to stay.
Since I was now almost thirteen, I decided not to find a foster home, but rather an apartment and a job. I found a place to stay via an abandoned building that some squatters lived in. There were no apartments available, so I sucked up to one of the tenants and he let me be his roommate. He was twenty and worked in a donut shop, but it was hard for me to find a job.
A few days after moving in, I walked down the block to a delivery service. I begged the guy to give me a job despite my age, and he agreed because he figured I would have more energy than the older workers and therefore get more work done.
I My roommate's name was Cristofer, but everyone called him Fur, because of his name, and I guess he once had hair that was very long, like fur. Fur and I were close, his day was longer than mine, so I would sit in the donut shop and listen to stories about Jake's life. Jake was the guy Fur worked with most days, he owned the store, so he would give me a donut and talk. The place was never very busy, so Fur and I would sit and listen. Jake had been a lot of places before he bought the donut shop, so he told us about his adventures.
After about a year, I decided it was time to move on. Nothing scared me into moving this time, I was just bored. So I told Fur and Jake that I was going back to my parents, I had told them before that I had run away, then we said goodbye and I walked away from Oklahoma.
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I really miss New York, even now, seven years later. I loved that Christmas, and will always remember it. Although the name of the uncle escapes me, I remember him completely. He had a fiancée, too, but she stayed in the city that year. He was so nice to me, unlike one of the older uncles who wouldn't even acknowledge my presence neither Christmas that I had been there, or any other holiday, for that matter. Yet that Uncle I connected with. If I ever saw him again. . .
After New York, I went west, towards the mountains. I felt drawn to them. I had seen pictures of the Rockies when I lived in my first foster home, and now I wanted to see them for real. I started hitch hiking as soon as I got to the highway. I ended up walking all the way to New Jersey, though. Just outside of New York State, I caught a ride with a woman who was taking her three kids from some small town in Jersey to Oklahoma City to stay with her sister. I travelled with them that far. When we got there, I left them and walked through the city. I never made it to the Rockies, because I liked Oklahoma and decided to stay.
Since I was now almost thirteen, I decided not to find a foster home, but rather an apartment and a job. I found a place to stay via an abandoned building that some squatters lived in. There were no apartments available, so I sucked up to one of the tenants and he let me be his roommate. He was twenty and worked in a donut shop, but it was hard for me to find a job.
A few days after moving in, I walked down the block to a delivery service. I begged the guy to give me a job despite my age, and he agreed because he figured I would have more energy than the older workers and therefore get more work done.
I My roommate's name was Cristofer, but everyone called him Fur, because of his name, and I guess he once had hair that was very long, like fur. Fur and I were close, his day was longer than mine, so I would sit in the donut shop and listen to stories about Jake's life. Jake was the guy Fur worked with most days, he owned the store, so he would give me a donut and talk. The place was never very busy, so Fur and I would sit and listen. Jake had been a lot of places before he bought the donut shop, so he told us about his adventures.
After about a year, I decided it was time to move on. Nothing scared me into moving this time, I was just bored. So I told Fur and Jake that I was going back to my parents, I had told them before that I had run away, then we said goodbye and I walked away from Oklahoma.
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