Think I'm gonna move somewhere else tomorrow...probably not a ski town. Kind of sucks because I'll have to get a job as I don't have quite enough in reserve to keep doing what I've been doing, and I don't even know that I'll be able to get a place as it is with ****ty credit. Normally I don't try to get an apartment or whatever until I have a lot of cash in hand and proof of a consistent paycheck.
I've been using the last part of my time on the trail and basically every day since finishing to learn web development with the help of a mentor that is a long time friend. I think I'd do "ok" with an html/css wordpress etc design job, maybe something with javascript but not nearly to the level id be happy with. I'll have to put that on hold so I can get out of here.
Ice and I have been staying with my mother while she saves up some money and last night that mother violated my trust in a huge way and basically put Ice in the middle of it, trying to 'trick' her to side against me on something fairly trivial. I lost it and had to leave the house for a few hours. Ended up walking around 11 miles and when I got home I explained to my mother that I had no love left for her and when I leave it's unlikely that she will ever hear from me again.
I've been dealing with depression hard since leaving Maine. I was able to turn my head around by focusing more and more on learning development **** and it's worked and I love it and it's more enjoyable than I could have ever imagined. I am making so much progress. But still, it's nothing, and nobody cares. She's like a social justice warrior trying to be offended by everything, but instead she's trying to find everything wrong or bad in my life and draw it out into the open and blow it up to keep me depressed for who knows what reason. She can't accept that I was beginning to reach happiness again. I'm done and I don't know what's next.
I don't want to display that as if I'm fragile and need help or something. Just in a weird way it feels good for me to vent like that knowing some people will read it. Whether they care or not, just knowing somebody read it feels supportive. Thanks.