Debbie shares how it feels to be able to carry all of your possessions in a rucksack on your back.
So I’d got into Manchester. Obviously, I’d been living rough you know, moving around the country a lot, so I didn’t have a lot of stuff. I had one of them big rucksacks and then my own little backpack and that was it. That was all my worldly possessions.
So I moved into this hostel, put things away. Everything sorted nicely and some of the others decide to come in and say hello, yeah, great, come on in. And one of the girls, 18 years old, been kicked out by her stepdad.
So she’s like, “Where’s all your stuff?”
“I haven’t got anything.”
“Yeah, but where’s all your stuff?”
“I haven’t got anything.”
“What about your clothes?”
So I opened the wardrobe and there was like three changes of clothes, you know, three complete outfits.
“Is that it?!”
“Yeah. You know, I’ve been living on the streets mate. What do you expect?”
She felt sorry for me.
Which, you know, is fair enough. I’ve felt sorry for people in the past.
