HOW NOT TO DIE, part 2

I wanted to know how does it feel to have no certainty, avoid having comfort, avoid having physical contact.
I quit my job as... well, duster and vacuum cleaner, packed my suitcase (full of important things such as bow and arrow, tons of books and prom dress) and moved away again.
I am in Coventry, broken city, broke and happy as fuck.

super-old photo from my friend's birthday celebration a year ago, more here