Tomorrow morning I'm taking a bus to Portland, Oregon. The first stop on my transient journey.
When I was homeless the first time, it all started there. Of course, I was not prepared then, and my bushcraft knowledge was essentially nil.
There are a few things I need to go pick up today, and I'm still waiting for some things that I ordered from Amazon.
I recently thought of an idea for a sharpening kit that I need to make today that I plan to use to sharpen my new knife. These knives come with a secondary micro-bevel that isn't necessary.
I plan to make a video about it that will be on Instagram and TikTok.
I was also able to get a neobank account with the Revolut app. I'm going to have to wait in Portland for Jen—now my ex—to send me the debit card. I'll then be able to get Cashapp, Paypal, and Patreon, which will be a big help.
More to come soon.
Thank you so much for reading. Have a wonderful day....[[|:-)
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