17 years old not in high school because I didnt like it and looking to run away from eastern europe to spain or france if you have any advice help me pls lol

I'm a 20 year old hispanic guy, I currently work in retail and live in Texas. I've lived here pretty much my whole life, and it just feels like time is standing still. I dont know my father, and my mother is sick and illegal so I could never really afford much. I just want to move somewhere in the states where I can just start fresh, maybe start community college or a trade I'm just tired of being here.

My husband and I have two young kids, a mortgage, a car payment, two dogs and a little frivolous debt. We've lived in Ohio forever (me forever, him most of his life) and we're in our mid-30s. Recently, I lost my part time job and my husband voiced true unhappiness with his current career. We're both now working full time, spending more than our mortgage in childcare and live in a big house we're never home to enjoy. We so badly want to start over in a new city (we've looked at SW Florida because we have family there) but feel like it's such a huge risk to take with the financial obligation to, you know, care for our family. I feel like these are risks we should have taken before we had kids because we're both so scared of failing. What if it doesn't work out?

I realize people start over, with and without kids, every day. Looking for success stories and things you've learned along the way if you've done this. My husband is currently interviewing for companies and we may actually have the opportunity to pull the trigger and I'm scared to death to do it, but also scared to death not to.

Five years ago i was 25 and I had intended to leave my home town and find a new path in life, but before I could put any plan into motion my family learned my mom had cancer and had five years to live. I dropped my plans because I knew I would hate myself if I wasn't around for her final days.

She passed this last October at the age of 64 and my family and I were devistated. Now I find my self wanting to leave not only my town, but the entire state as well.

Now im 30 and I want to start fresh with no debt, but this will take time so I plan on leaving within the next 5 years.

The problem is that I'm torn. On one hand the thought of staying makes me sick because this would likely mean I won't be leaving for a long time if ever, but on the other hand I would be leaving behind everything and everyone that I have ever known.

It's hard for me to know what the right thing to do is. Has anyone had a similar experience they care to share?

So I have been at a sales job for about a year and a half and I'm at a point where I think about quitting all the time. I am extremely micro managed and am very burned out on doing sales all day. However, I have made pretty good money and I am in a much better financial situation now than I was a year and a half ago. It's the first time in my life I've had the dilemna of having a job that pays well but makes me very unhappy.

I'm curious if anyone can share personal experience on quitting a miserable corporate job with no real back up plan. Luckily I do have a decent amount of money saved up which helps a lot. Is this a good decision or will it ultimately hurt me in the long run? My plan would be to work a low stress job for a bit and then see about getting back into the corporate world later in the year. Any and all feedback is greatly appreciated!

Last year, i told somebody in school that im gay. He told it to everybody and now i feel threatened by the pupils.( staring at me, talking behind my back) The whole school knows it.

I dont know, what i should do now.

My parents expects, that i marry a woman in the future. My whole family is homophobic and they would never accept a gay son. In a few months i would graduate high school, but with my current performance, im going to fail my class. I dont know what to do. Im an adult. Im currently unhappy with my life.Im not close with my family

Need advice on what to do? Just getting out of an abusive relationship but lost custody of my children (10m, 4f) in the process. Used to have a nursing licensure in the state of oklahoma that i could potentially get back and transfer to other states. Other skills included writing loans and doing collection calls and paralegal work. Limited income means right now because on disability due to mental illness which is well controlled at this point. Have a good passport so countries are also options on restart. Plesse help!

Hey guys,

I'm just getting out of a relationship and my dog and I are looking for a good area, affordable and just fun things to do. We're moving from Chicago.

I'm going to be on social security disability, and it's just going to be my dog and I.

Any advice would be awesome?

Just positive stuff though

Thanks! Heather

I would love a fresh start. I’m tired of the life I’m leaving and truly want to improve as a person. I think it would benefit me, but then I’d have to leave everything I know behind. Im barely in my second year of high school. Is it a good idea to move?

Seriously asking this question. So much of what I do seems to be just a time-filling hobby, even when it's superficially an intellectual or creative pursuit.

I know there are a lot of levels to starting over or starting fresh. For me, I’ve experienced many versions of fresh starts, and each one brought new things, but left a lot behind too.

Sometimes it left behind friends that I wish I still had a connection with, sometimes it left behind a career path that might have taken me different places, and sometimes I left behind lessons about why things weren’t working out, and I went on to repeat the same pattern after starting fresh.

The one thing that I never left behind in all of these fresh starts was myself. I always tagged along, still the same person, and this meant I was still just as likely to repeat the same mistakes in the new chapter, and often did.

In retrospect, if I had just taken the time to really think things through, I think I could have anticipated making the old mistakes again. But somehow I didn’t. And I see others doing the same thing.

In the last few years, I have spent a lot of time trying to figure out how to really think things through well and I've been practicing it whenever I can.

It might be that people don’t take the time to think things through because they’re afraid they’ll talk themselves out of it, or get into analysis paralysis and settle back into being stuck and miserable.

But I've come to believe that if you can find a way to think it through, without endless analysis, you can find a way to make a fresh start really work, and avoid winding up in a similar kind of situation or making similar kinds of mistakes.

Thinking things through successfully means doing it without killing your imagination or the desire to start fresh. This requires doing a lot of thought experiments and artful questioning to see how all the important aspects of your current life would come together in your new one.

For example, how would experiencing a fresh start impact the important relationships in your life? Some of your relationships might be part of the reason you want a fresh start, but are there any others would be affected too

Or, how would you change as a person if you started over? Would parts of you need to change for a fresh start to be successful?

Doing this kind of questioning across all the important aspects of your life, your values, your life goals, your behaviors etc. can reveal options where you get what you want from starting over, but without having to lose as much, or without risking repeating the same pattern all over again but in different surroundings.

If you’re curious, I’ve been working on a tool that asks these kinds of questions for you, and I’d love to have anyone who’s contemplating any kind of fresh start to test it out and see it helps you get to some insights. Send me a message if you’re interested. And good luck on your fresh starts!

Checking out at a store today, an optional charitable contribution came up on the card reader after I punched in my PIN.

Normally when this happens I’ll give the remainder of the next dollar of my change to whatever organization it is. This time, though, the screen changed and the guy working the counter looked at me and said “Would you like to donate to the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society?”

All that came out of my mouth was a pained groan as an array of emotions swept over me, and 4.5 years of nostalgia flooded through my mind’s eye in one quick instant.

I was almost knocked back by the feelings that came over me.

Without even knowing what words I was going to say, I felt a smile come to my face and I said to the cashier, “Yeaaahhhh I would. I can’t not.” He looked confused, till I began to tell him the story of only a short section of my life—yet, somehow, the biggest and most important section of all—to this man.

I told him that I was a firm believer in paying it forward. I told him about growing my hair to donate it, told him about the downward spiral that was my physical transformation from normal life, to complete destruction, to re-construction and, eventually, victory.

But I never mentioned the mental transformation that took place. That’s the part that I didn’t tell him, nor 99% of the people I’ve met.

At the end of our transaction, he said it was truly great to have met me, in the most genuine voice a person could muster. He then asked to shake my hand, which I did, and he said he hopes to run into me again sometime.

All the while there was that look in his eyes. That look of respect, admiration and awe that I’ve come to know so well. The look that I’m honored to bring to people, and simultaneously resent. As always, I held my tongue on how I felt.

I didn’t donate much money at all. I didn’t technically do a single thing for this man. All I did was mention something that I don’t mention anymore, and give a couple bucks to the charity.

And I remembered the undying gratitude that I swore years back I’d never allow myself to lose. I reminded myself that I am so fucking grateful to still be walking this earth.

And with it, the feeling of guilt. The feeling of being placed on a pedestal on which I don’t belong. I started again questioning why it is that so many others have to die and I get to still be here. I’m calling this feeling grHATEfulness. I don’t even know if anyone else knows it, but I doubt I can be the only one.

Though it’s felt so good to hear from this man and so many others I’ve helped and inspired along the way, I feel guilty and undeserving.

I don’t talk about it to people much anymore. Since I moved four months ago I’ve told only a handful of people I’ve met, and every single time they get that look in their eye. They stop seeing ME. They stop judging me for who I am, how I act, what I say and do. They stop seeing me as they see everyone else.

It’s not that I want to hide that part of my life or forget it... it’s because I want people to either love me or hate me for the man I am. For my undeniably charming wit or my boundless awesome. I don’t want people to see me differently or hold me in high regard for any reason other than my metal, my character and everything that makes me, me.

I’m no better than any other person in that store. I’m just a dude that won a war with his own body that the majority of people don’t win. Can’t win? Something like that.

This is a brief overview of what led me to finding this subreddit. the TLDR will be at the bottom.

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I've had a pretty rough life, but this last year has been the most emotionally draining year of my life. I should preface the fact that I suffer from a bevy of psychological maladies. I came from an extremely broken home filled with mental, physical, psychological, and sexual abuse. After escaping that nightmare, my mother moved our family halfway across the country. I was expected to "move forward as if nothing happened" (my mother's exact phrasing). Needless to say, I never moved forward from my childhood traumas. I did what I thought was my best to "soldier on" with my life. A lot of my mental issues stem from never nipping them in the bud when I was younger. Let's fast forward to the better part of this tale....

Once I turned 18, I became somewhat of a vagabond. I travelled the country, trying to find myself. 8/3/05 was the day my life changed. I was living in a small town outside of Carson City, NV when I met who I believed to be my soul mate. The moment I laid eyes on her, I was hooked. I was so madly in love with her the moment we introduced ourselves. For the first time ever in my life, I felt I had a meaning...or purpose in life. We spent the next 13 years together off an on. A huge reason it was stop and go for so many years, was the fact I never was able to get a grip on my insecurities and mental illnesses. We always talked about starting a family and living out our days together. Sadly, that is not how this story ends. A couple years ago, we had hit a huge snag in our marriage and things just weren't clicking the way they used to. We started fighting a lot and eventually, the stress and tensions proved to be too much. So, we separated. I still wanted to be with her, but I obliged because I thought maybe a bit of a break would be a good thing. It wasn't. As much as I tried to show her that all I wanted was our family, no matter the price I had to pay.

Last October, she asked me to watch the kids so she could have a night out to unwind after months of a chaotic schedule. I agreed. I went over hours before she was supposed to go out, just to spend time with her and our children. Everything was great, we were enjoying each other's company and having a blast reminiscing about our past. When she came home after bars closed, she told me she had found someone new, someone she clicked with. I had told her that I wanted to work things out, be a family again. Over the next few days, she got cold and calloused towards me...picking fights just for the sake of picking a fight. We got into a pretty gnarly argument and I walked away before it escalated further than it needed to. This broke me mentally, I attempted to take my life. I was admitted to a psyche facility on a 72 hour hold. I was released from the hospital on 10/31/2018. That was our 4 year wedding anniversary. When I finally got home from the hospital, I opened up my facebook to messages and posts regarding the fact that my wife and her new boyfriend made their relationship fb official on our anniversary. Something inside of me died that day. In the last year, my entire life went from being happy and content with my wife and kids to being completely isolated and struggling to cope with what has happened.

Like I said earlier, I suffer from a bevy of mental instabilities. PTSD, persisting chronic depression, social anxiety, the list goes on. I've done counseling, therapy, and a medicinal regimen, but nothing has worked or helped lessen my mental load. Due to my unstable grasp on my problems...I lashed out and completely tarnished every relationship and friendship I had. In my time of darkness, not one of my "friends" or "family" bothered to show any form of sympathy or support. So, I cut them out of my life. For the last year, I have been dying in solitude with no one to turn to for any type of support. I recently had another episode where I quit my job out of pure toxic frustration for my situation. I live in a small town, where reputation is everything and jobs are scarce. Needless to say, me wigging out and quitting my job royally fucked me. I have no one to ask for help, nor anywhere to run to. Hence to why I'm here.

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After everything I've been through in the last year, I DESPERATELY need a fresh start. Normally, I wouldn't have any sort of trouble with starting over, but with no support system or people I can actually ask for help; I'm finding it difficult to start completely over. Mainly because, I'd much rather have some sort of safety net than just be homeless in a new place again. I've been homeless before, but that was when I was in my 20's and had a happier perspective on life. Basically, I'm here, asking strangers for help and guidance since none of my so-called loved ones couldn't be bothered to help a family member. I don't know what to do or who to turn to for advice and guidance. I'm to the point that I just don't know what to do anymore. I really hope that someone will read this and be able to impart some sage advice or offer a helping hand to someone who has suffered more than enough in their lifetime.

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TLDR: I've had one of the most hellacious years of my life. I need a fresh start, but with no support system I feel lost and stuck. I just need some sage advice or a helpful hand from a kind soul. I'm lost and have no one to turn to for answers or guidance. I hope someone will read this and can help me in any way shape or form. Thank you for taking the time to read this. I hope everyone has a better day

It's so frustrating when there are no clothes of my size. Or eating to a point where I might just throw up. I try to find excuses to not go to the gym, even though l love sports. I even tried losing it once, but I gained it all back. I know the only reason for my anxiety is me being too fat. There would be so many things that would go right if I lose weight, and I want to this time.

I am going to begin counting calories and taking fitness seriously starting tomorrow (8/6/19). I will be disciplined and do everything in my power to lose the weight I’ve put on in college. I made a Reddit to join various subs for help and accountability in my journey, and this post marks the start of everything...my fresh start. Hopefully you see pictures of a transformed me in a few months. Good luck with your goals everyone!

So, I've always wanted to just run. Be free. See where life takes me. Not be burdened by plans or anxieties. Build something incredible to give the world. But I've never been able to. I've spent my entire life taking care of family who need me and it fucked me up so bad I can't do anything anymore. I can't focus, I can't enjoy things, I have to follow a strict diet, be meticulous about managing my mental state and I'm exhausted all the time. I'm also still taking care of family that would be completely helpless without me and am the sole breadwinner for my household. I cant move. I can't quit my job. I can't leave my family. I can't really change anything people normally change when trying to start over. Is there anything I can do for a "fresh start"?

With so much avoidance of things we think our negative, "anger" "grief" "death" "loss", it's hard to be real about where you've been and actually use where you've been to see where you want to go next. I liked what this article had to say about how things that have given us grief in the past can teach us about starting again. https://www.purposefairy.com/89287/experiencing-loss-the-3-truths-to-help-you-go-from-grief-to-love/

honestly? i don't even know where to properly begin to unravel the mess that is my mind. the intricacies of all my thoughts and anxieties that trickle down to one single aspect of who i am-- the fact of the matter is that i'm stuck. i'm stuck in place, sinking down into depression as i were stuck in quick sand and i'm been having a steady descent since high school, middle school really. and as far as i can remember, life has been a cloudy fog of blurred memories and spots of good that glimmer like gold in the sea. to be honest, i don't know how, or why i let it get to this point. i used to be happier, easier-- but i've always had these dreams and hopes and ambitions. i want to do so many things with my life, i keep cycling back towards the same ideas and thoughts and fears i've had since middle school. but that creativity is steadily drooping and drooping.

i'm at a stand still.

i dropped out of college this past december, mostly for financial reasons and the fact i couldn't motivate myself to do much of anything even though i continously changed medication for my mental illness as if i were unsure about what outfit to wear. they would work and then they wouldn't. i found that even though i was doing better than the previous year, i was still lost. hating myself, unable to reach any of my goals. skipping medications, sleeping. forgetting to go to the gym, rather, just blowing it off i suppose. my dorm was a mess, my roommate probably hated me. i never did anything other than waste my time chasing boys for attention, sitting at the card shop to play magic the gathering even though i wasn't that good. it wasn't my passion, but i enjoyed it.

yet even though i was doing better that semester, it didn't erase the fact that i didn't want to be there. i didn't want to be in this stupid town. and while i loved my therapist, while we made progress, while i made friends, i couldn't get loss out of my mind. february of last year, my best friend decided to cut me off. pretended i didn't exist, without much of an explanation and only that i was emotionally draining. but all boundaries i tried to set up, were ignored, pushed away out of fear of hurting me. and in the end it did.

i almost ended my life that night.

and i can't get it out of my mind. i can't get the fact within the blink of an eye, my closest friends since high school, middle school, were gone. online, i had so many friends, i could deal with them ghosting or not communicating much. but it felt as if i was abandoned all on my own. and while it's been almost two years now.. it still feels so fresh. i don't feel as if i had any closure but do i need it? they don't, i don't owe them anything. but why can't i move on? i'm stuck on all those memories, the should've's, could've's, what i would've done. but the past is the past and i can't go back. i can't fix my first year in college. the depression comas, skipping class, the weight gain. the steady downfall despite the steps forward i took with therapy and medication. but those steps forward were accompanied with three steps back.

every corner, i saw them. i saw them happy without me. i felt alone. perhaps i self-isolated. perhaps i was distant to my new friends. but even if, when i gave them my best, i was never number one and i wonder if i just radiated this broken and lost and confused aura. even a friend asked me why i was there, why was i in college? university rather, if i had no passion. an undeclared major, obsessing over lost friends. drama that didn't matter, clinging to the hope that something would magically change. but staying still will never render a change. i was stuck in a fantasy, holding on to the idea of them that i crafted in my mind. ignoring that they were not the same people i remembered. not trying to nurture my own growth.

why did i follow people i felt didn't care about me to a university i never wanted to go to? because it was safe? because i loved them? because i was scared to be alone? perhaps i was just clinging to a hope that this new environment would be better. but it doesn't work like that when you're surrounded by the same toxic relationships. the same toxic mindset and the unwillingness to let go. and while i had, have a support system on discord, it all feels so redundant. the same.

i quit my job back in march, moved to a new apartment complex with my family, and now i never leave the house. i hardly take care of myself, i'm always searching for ways to change. for ways to bring back my old friends. even though i know it's wrong. but i dont want to stay the same, to stay here forever, to continue fixating on the most stupid things. they're gone. they didn't care. we all pushed eachother to the edge. i was just the one who fell off the cliff. they're all doing amazing things. happy, parties, trips abroad. jobs. friends. and i stay here, sitting, trying to google ways to change. watching tarot readings on youtube when i know the answer to my problems. but why can't i get up? why can't i do the things i want to do? why is it so hard? and why does my mind keep going back to a group of friends that didn't care for me as strongly as i did them?

the point is, i want to leave. i need to. for weeks, months, i have been scouring reddit for runaway stories. leaving everything behind, disappearing, getting out of a rut and changing my life. and all these things say the same essentially. to just... do it. but how do i do it when i can't even let go of the past? i am stuck in the same old cycle. it's insanity really. i probably project myself in a specific way that already have you formulating opinions on who i am. i don't know who i am. but i want to find out. i want to hop on a bus and leave and never look back but i'm worried about a family who could hardly give a damn. and perhaps i could find happiness where i am, but i don't want to stay here forever. and i know, if i don't move now,

i never will.

and so, here i am-- planning to leave it all behind. mentally sorting through my wardrobe, mentally crafting a checklist. figuring out all that i need to survive. i need to force myself into a fight or flight response, but god-- i want to feel alive, i want to fight and fly and touch the stars. i don't want to be another soul clouded in regret.

I live in Western NY, originally from NC and wanting to move to CA. I've thought about moving back to NC, but I really want somewhere new and it's not the same back home after my older sister passing.

I have family in NC and CA; I moved to NY with my soon to be ex and have been here for about 5 years. Stayed 2 years after separating because of our daughter. It's becoming harder for me to work with very little income for daycare (I could get assistance but the way it works is that I have to have proof that I work all the hours before getting it but I don't have anyone to babysit for those extra hours) aside from barely any family support in general.

I work as a server on the weekends and that's the only time someone can watch my daughter. I've been certified as a Phlebotomist but have no clinical hours. I know CA requires the hours.

I just want more info on CA, NorCal to be exact, and if anyone has anything on becoming a Phlebotomist, whether I have to redo the course (I am already NHA certified) or convince someone to just let me in on the clinical hours, that'd be awesome.

I'm 21, about finish my diploma, living in SEA and as the title says, I wanna move away from everyone, hopefully somewhere in Europe. I know I'd probably have to save up a bunch of money first. I wanna do it soon, I dont mind taking any job, as long as I can get by comfortably and live a simple life there

Last year I started college and had to move, and my gf at the time came with me to live together. After almost 2 years of relationship and 10 months living together, we broke up. I just got my new apartment and decided I want to become a minimalist again.

In a year I've had almost 20kg gain (I started to eat really bad), I failed 6 out of my 10 subjects, stopped doing things I loved and I started smoking again after almost 2 years of 0 smoke.

I've decided I want to:

• Go running at least 3 days a week

• Start to take notes and pay attention in class

• Stop smoking! This is the most important one tbh

• Save so I can pursue my forgotten dream of cycling Europe.

Thanks for reading and I hope in a few month's time I can relate to this post being in a much better position.

Hey guys,

After graduating college I moved back home after an attempted suicide attempt. I didnt really have any say and knew it was for the best. This was spring 2016. I've been working part time the past year, and more importantly got my shit together! Therapy and family helped me get out of the rut, but enough about that.

I'm now 25 with a bachelor's degree and about $10k saved up. I lack true professional experience, but have worked as a line cook at a few restaurants for a combined 6 years. I understand this isn't ideal.

I've been searching for jobs, apartments, salary, budgeting...the list could go on and on. And this can be stressful to say the least.

I could really use some sort of general guide or "Moving for dummies" type website/subreddit if anyone knows of one.

Thanks in advance and best of luck to all others looking for a fresh start!

Here is my approved 10 step guide for how to disappear completely:

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Step 1: do not tell ANYBODY about your disappearances. Do not leave any traces on your internet history of thoughts of disappearance, do not act any differently. Make sure there is no evidence that you even entertained this thought. I failed by writing this. Unsubscribefrom this subreddit. Delete your history, and have a normal day on the internet. Make your last day include some porn in your history, and don't delete it. That way, it looks as if you history was always deleted but you just forgot this time.

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Step 2: decide on a far away place to go to. Use an internet cafee on a spare old laptop or phone which you will destroy upon researching. Make sure it is a device that has either been forgotten about, really old. Use the strongest and most secure VPN possible. (Use this next part if only really confident in your ability, place an ad on craigslist that mentions you are selling a laptop. Make the price cheap enough to get lots of replies, but also cheap enough to be belieavable. If the laptop is missing, it will look as if you have simply sold the laptop away. The 'purchaser' will not have it, the laptop will be gone.)

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Step 3: Decide on how you wish to travel to your new location. I suggest not going with plane, as cameras are plenty and you could be seen on the footage, and payments are done with cards that are traceable and you cannot use cryptocurrency. Take out 10 bucks cash every day for a while, until you stash up around 1k or more, as much as you need to travel and get started up. Taking out 1k at once will be extremely suspicious, 10 bucks looks like a cigarette addiction.

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Step 4: Pick a new identity. Do not bother falsifying evidence and new documents, you won't be able to afford that or do it successfully enough to matter. Get a new name. Don't pick a name you like, pick one you hate. Don't use usernames you used in the past, characters of your favourite shows or fiction, all of these could be used to narrow you down. Pick a name nobody would think you actually would name yourself, make sure it has no meaning whatsoever and make it believeable. Don't be Walter White, be John Smith

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Step 5: Do not pack anything with you besides the things you regularly take to work. Phone, wallet and the clothes you were wearing, maybe a backpack. Nothing more. Shred or destroy all of your cards and dispose of them somewhere safe. Leave no trace in your house that you left with intent

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Step 6: Decide your day of disappearance. Make it a day where you have the most time to disappear. A day you usually work more hours on, or a day that your spouse or parents are telling you they might stay later at work. The more hours you have before being reported gone, the higher the likelihood of success.

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Step 7: Right before leaving, get a drastic change in appearance. Buy some new, cheap clothes that are inconspicuous on the day of disappearance. Blue jeans, black tshirt, baseball cap. Something everyone wears. Get your head shaved clean or a buzzcut at the cheapest barber around. Somewhere where you can do it with for 10 bucks or less, and are unlikely to care who you are or have many cameras of good quality. Buy an 8 pack of redbulls and place them in your backpack. Get rid of your phone right before you get in your first taxi. Make sure it was on airplane mode the whole day with the sim card out. Buy a burner phone with some credit, you might need it for access to internet briefly.

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Step 8: Disappear. Travel by taxi only. Use as many as possible, do not take long journeys as taxi drivers will remember them. Make sure to use more shady looking taxis, as these are less likely to have cameras. Travel at night where you are less likely to be traced. Take taxis in as straight of a direction as possible. Do not take long detours, the further away you get in a short as time as possible the more successful you will be. Do not stop at a single place to sleep for the first 2 days, as you could be caught on a camera, asked for ID when wanting to pay for the stay. Drink your energy drinks in the back of your taxis to stay awake. Bring a book or something for entertainment, it will be a long journey

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Step 9: Once you travelled for 2 days, find somewhere to sleep. A sleeping bag in a park or forest, the dirtiest motel you can find, whatever.

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Step 10: Once at your destination, sleep rough for a while. Try to get a dodgy no-ID job. Claim you are an immigrant who learnt English but has no papers whatsoever. Work without paying tax. Once you get enough cash in hand, don't rent out a place. Buy a small RV or something, you will have to sleep rough for quite a while. Try your best to go on until you get enough money and get in contact with someone at your workplace that can help you make a fake set of IDs. You will probably find one as everyone else at your workplace will be cash in hand workers who are probably immigrants

Hi everyone,

How are you? Hope everything is fine

Me and Davide are taking part this year at the Electric Love Festival contest. Got selected in the last 20 finalists. Yeeeee

But of corse it's not enough. Video are now uploaded on you tube and the last round of decision will be a mix between a jury voting and the social impact of the video.

They count likes and comments. So it would mean for us SOOO MUCH if you could LIKE the video and leave a super brief COMMENT under it on YouTube ---> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ro6xR7T1ZdQ

Your 10 secs effort will take us a step closer to our dream and letting us probably do what we love most: produce MUSIC and live/survive out of it. We in fact are both not totally satisfied by our fairly well paid jobs and find in music the only thing we want to create on a daily basis

OF COURSE have a look at the video and if you think we deserve your help we would appreciate it.

We actually don´t really get the point of this youtube voting but I am searching here for real people

and real support :wink: Let help us to make this possible

Thanks a lot in advance and have a nice rest of your Sunday

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with love

Giuseppe & Davide

I've been in Colorado for ten years. I'm finally moving to the east coast, which has been a dream of mine for a long time. I gave my notices at work today, and I have a place to stay when I move.

I'm terrified about leaving my friends. I'm pretty introverted so I have a very close-knit group of friends. My best friend is the one I'm most nervous about leaving. She's been my rock for a long time. She is excited for me to go, but I'm a bit devastated to leave. I delayed moving last year because of someone, and I'm not wanting to do that again.

hello . i am 19 and grew up in california most of my life. i have lived a life of trauma and as i get older the more i realize how much the things around me bring me down. i need a new start and to not have any distractions as i only know the worst part of me here. i am in college and want to move to the east coast to just focus on me but i need some tips ? i can save money by fall but im unsure of how to get a job lined up or a room for rent. if i plan on flying out i would like everything to be planned. any advice is appreciated esp. if you have done this before!

I feel like I am in a bit of a life rut at the moment, and I came here to get my thoughts out, and advice. I graduated uni and I moved away to a town next to my home town for a graduate position, I am 27. I moved from a big city to the country. It was hard at first but I went from making $300 a week to over $1000 a week so money was getting me through (and I come from an extremely poor family i.e my parents have no jobs or houses so money has always been a primary stressor for me) I’ve made a couple of friends here now, and I met a boyfriend here. I’ve been here just under a year now, and recently I have started to feel really depressed about my life. My job pays well and I should be thankful because it’s a good job, but I work in an office all day, sit on my ass all day, and it’s making me miserable. I don’t feel like this is living life.

I haven’t had good luck in relationships whereby I usually have troubles falling in love with someone and all I have ever wanted is a life partner. I am so in love with my partner I have met here which doesn’t come by often for me, but I don’t think he feels the same way about me back and it’s been really upsetting me recently. It’s early days about 5 months and he basically said it takes him a while to develop feelings, in that he doesn’t think he’s been in love before, he wants to keep going with the relationship but obviously I feel sad and uneasy because there’s a good chance the feelings won’t be reciprocated. Being here makes me very fixated on him as well, and I find I am more miserable because I am so fixated on him, as if he creates my happiness. I have made two friends here, but they do a lot of drugs and I don’t, my partner also does a lot of drugs, and I feel sad being around them, because I want to be able to do drugs with them but I can’t, I’ll get into as to why.

I keep myself busy in other ways, I work very long office hours which doesn’t make me happy but keeps me busy, I go to the gym which I also don’t like but it’s good for me, I play a sport with work collages which I also don’t like cos I don’t like sport but I did it to help me feel connected, but mostly I fly home a lot, that’s probably what actually cheers me up, but I cannot do it often. My friends in my home town have all moved away though, they are travelling and working around the world and so going home doesn’t really cheer me up much more now anyway, because besides my family who I love but are toxic and part of the reason I moved out here, there’s not much left for me in my home town anyway.

I want to travel the world, I know that travelling makes me happy and excited and makes me feel like I am living my life and creating my own happiness rather than constantly being fixated on my partner like I am here, but I have a lot of issues that tie me down. My biggest one is anxiety and which is why I can’t take drugs. I have very bad chronic anxiety. Many of the times I have tried to travel I haven’t been able to do it, I have gotten full blown panic attacks and have either backed out on going or have gone and the anxiety hasn’t gone away and gotten worse/unmanageable and so I’ve flown back home. I recently did a trip in my country, I had anxiety but I was able to get through the trip which I was really happy about, but as for travelling the world on my own, I can barley travel to the next town next to mine without experiencing deliberating anxiety. Secondly I rent a house full of things and I have a dog. I can’t store my things with my parents because they don’t have houses and I have no one who would look after my dog. I don’t want to give away my dog, I love him, I just want someone to look after him while I am away. I could pay to put my stuff in storage, but finding someone for my dog will be much harder. I don’t know how’d long I want to go for, because I am not even sure if I can do it which makes me so sad about the idea. I was thinking about asking my boss for 3 months or 6 months unpaid leave towards the end of this year (if I would get it), to see if I could do it, and then if I could, I was thinking of quitting and going longer term provided I find a place for my stuff, and my dog. My jobs a really good job, but I am prepared to quit it with enough money behind me, because ultimately it doesn’t make me happy and I want to live my life. And if I can’t do it, I don’t even know what then.....

So I'll try to keep this short.

I only recently moved out of my parents house in St. Louis, MO into an apartment with some friends in Buffalo. The way things are going, I'm pretty sure they won't be keeping me on the lease when they renew. So I need somewhere new and I don't much care if its in a different city or not. But further away might help a fresh start I guess. As long as I don't end up in the midwest again.

I'm currently working as a busser in a restaurant and making an average of $300-400 a week, so not enough to live on. I don't have a degree and have student loans out the ass from the 2 colleges I flunked out of. I'm only qualified to work in retail/food service. The pay is crap and I'm constantly exhausted, but at least I can pay some of my bills.

TL;DR I have no skills except retail work and have almost no money. I need to move somewhere new by August. What do I do?