Hello there dear reader, I have the understanding that this is a shot in the dark; it may as well be a text message into the outer reaches of space as far as I know.. However, perhaps my situation can at least prove as a compelling story for anyone listening if anything. I was born and raised in Washington State, as the result of a rock and roll concert in Canada. My mother was very young at the time, and my father was an aspiring musician and toured all over. Be as it may, my parents were never together; and so I never had both figures in my life. My mother has succumbed to a pill addiction, and my father is an alcoholic gambler. Probably not too uncommon. My mother married the man I would be raised to know as “Dad” when I was 2 years of age. With whom, she would give birth to 3 girls. They are my half sisters, myself being the eldest; and the only boy. Suffice to say I had a rough time. Both in school, and in the home situation. Things weren’t as they seemed growing up. We moved around a lot, and to remark upon my naivety; my step-father was heavily cocaine addicted, and on top of that had a dark past that none of us even knew growing up. He was very quiet, and reserved. None of us had a single clue, this is not a sob story; but merely an attempt to rehash the events in my life leading up to me writing this. At the age of 15 my stepfather took a .38 to his head. In the town of Cashmere, WA. After all was said and done, my family came together; and then promptly fell apart.. My mother to her pill bottle, and my biological dad tends to keep his distance. I became a sore sight for my mother around the age of 16 and ultimately never had a parental figure to teach me how to live. At the moment, I’m doing the best I can. However I struggled for years, being homeless, freezing, and being without food, wandering basically. I’m sort of an outcast in both sides of my family. Here’s the catch, I have no criminal record, I stayed clean in my struggle, I got my license and my first car by myself (which fell apart months later), I got my GED and graduated with Honors and went on to attend two quarters at Wenatchee Valley College in Wenatchee, WA. However, the financial aid and staff involved worked to the detriment of my naivety at the time. I didn’t understand how credit worked, I didn’t know anything. I’ve been learning slowly and painstakingly basically how to live. I got an apartment on my own with a partner, however I was thrown under the bus and this person did not hold up their end of the bargain and bailed on me, struggling with homework and mental health; I had to drop out, and I couldn’t pay my rent on time so I was forced to leave a negative balance.. then came a long 3 year battle leading up until now to regain my sense of self and teach myself how to live. My journey now has me in Cle Elum, Washington, where I am working odd jobs, alongside a job at Dairy Queen. I have no place of my own. My goal is to get into a place of my own and Move to Oregon, where my sisters are. I want to get into a position where I can help them if need be. I know they are all struggling in their own way. But I doubt they understand how much I love them. Then there’s my mother. I want to be around because of the fear that she may overdose or lose herself further. My time frame for all of this is to be on my feet and Oregon bound by this Summer. However, with the negative marks on my credit report, I have fears that I’ll never be able to get into a place no matter how hard I work. I’m not so much asking for a handout, I’m not one to prey upon someone else’s lively hood. What I want is a Mentor. I want someone to teach me about finances, so that eventually I can be a pillar for my family as my mothers eldest son. In spite of my struggle, I’m still the first in my family to even attempt higher education. I’m legally homeless by technicality, if it wasn’t for the good graces of an older woman who exchanged a bunk in her spare room in exchange for grounds maintenance and help doing some of the heavy lifting she has been unable to, this situation will last through the winter. However, my set date that I am to leave to Oregon is spring-summer. I plan to have employment worked out before I move. But have no idea where to start in search of a house. I cannot accept help from family, that would defeat the purpose. I feel vindicated to show myself that the circumstances of my birth are irrelevant, and I want to achieve greatness. I’m 24, and feel like my life is falling through my hands. I have so much that I want to do and accomplish but I’ve not had a stable living situation for years. I’m also an aspiring musician, artist, and writer. I have a strong moral compass and have overextended myself to help others even when it wasn’t to my benefit. Even though the world I know, and the people I met in my walk haven’t always been good characters. I want to know how successful people think. I want the power to change this story and turn the tables. But before I achieve that, I have to survive. Fall has set in and I’m going to continue to work diligently and try to earn enough money to make this haphazard plan form into fruition. In my mind, I’ve got to make it; or I’ve got to make it. Those are my options! If you read this far, thank you for taking the time to learn about my life, if it happened to strike a chord with you; I would appreciate any kind of correspondence, be it advice or maybe even an opportunity.