Hello brave beautiful world,
It is I, Papyrus! It is great to be back on the road after so long! It took a while to shake off the dust and snow, but I'm here and I'm proud! I've been a few places before making this blog, letting myself fall behind, but it's better late than never! There's a lot different in this round of travels, from last time. One resource that I have that I didn't have before is a lot more friends willing to show a lot of kindness to help me out. A lot of favors to pay back and a lot to pay forward. I may as well move out to a farm and work for free for a year to pay all of this Universal debt I've accumulated, and my travels aren't even over yet! Starting from the beginning: after working things out with a new sublet, I headed down to St Louis, Missouri. The person that stayed with was something I would describe as generous, but not kind. I had a flexible place to stay, people willing to show me around, and even breakfast! This person was also an Airbnb host so there were a lot of accommodations already set up. On the other hand I was sharing a space with three heterosexual cisgender run of the Mill privileged white men. My initial Health was also one of those gay cisgender men that was okay with eracing trans black people from the movement. There was even a situation with an Airbnb guest to wear my host assumed that I would have sexual contact with his immature Airbnb guest. Of course I reported the host, but Couchsurfing doesn't care. They gave me the dismissive "write a review describing the situation and let the couch surfing Community judge from there". As if they have any right to make suggestions about a situation that they aren't willing to investigate, themselves. I'm going to do this my own way! I'm very happy to be safely out of that toxic situation. Next is Memphis, Tennessee: things seem to be explained a lot better than they actually were. I stayed with someone who is still staying with one of their parents in heavy clutter and 2 cats. Netflix and Wi-Fi made that situation more bearable, but for where I was I couldn't go anywhere and I didn't see much. But that's more because there wasn't much to see. Memphis is in terrible shape due to the powers-that-be, and is in dire need of a more organized and civilized counterculture and subculture Community to fight the corrupt government. With the situation of having a place to stay, the parents patience was running dry and the other people that offered had to drop out for various personal reasons. We tried to get me into a place with someone that neither of us knew and I ended up getting stranded. I will take responsibility in my part, with the overall issue between all parties being a very heavy lack of communication. Not being ashamed to ask for help, I reached out and my friends reached back. I got a hostel room for two nights and my ticket to Nashville! The hostel situation was better then what the situation would have been with staying with the person. They said I had to come to work with them. Not "you have to leave the house while I'm not here". They specifically said I would have to come to work with them, as if they would need to keep an eye on me all day or something. I've been in plenty of situations where the person I'm staying with would rather I not be in the house while they aren't there for a long period of time, and I get where that's coming from but there's no reason why a person should have to go exactly where the host is going. With the hostel, it was an emergency situation in the office was about to close. A friend paid for me over the phone with a card and they said that I could only stay one night, because they didn't want to set the example that this kind of thing was okay. Apparently paying with a card or letting someone in just before they close is just too much of a hassle. The next day, I got more money for another hostel night and I didn't tell the new staff who I was and paid with my own card. I introduced myself to someone else, and sure enough a different staff member asked me about the situation. I know I wasn't supposed to come back, so I should be counting my lucky stars that they didn't kick me out. At the same time, it doesn't make sense as long as the money is paid. However, I won't be surprised if I'm not allowed back into that hostel because I kind of lied or at least didn't tell the whole truth to be able to come back when I know I wasn't supposed to. The hostel was decent, they provided a do-it-yourself breakfast, and I met another traveler who is kind of arrogant but whatever. And, you know I wrote a review. After all that drama I don't plan on returning to Memphis anytime soon. Really, I wasn't supposed to go there in the first place. I remembered Memphis by its Greyhound station but I got the Greyhound station in Memphis and somewhere else mixed up. The only reason why I want to go to Memphis is because I thought it was another place that looked more aesthetically pleasing. I'm going to let Nashville be its own entry, so I'll see you again soon!
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