I keep thinking about things.

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Until I can arrange things I am going to have some difficulties.  I realize that without medical approval I will be losing my drivers licence in months.  I'll push it out as long as I can, but on that score I am cornered.  I realize I can't trust my bank, probably either of them, at this point.  And, if my mortgage companies wishes it, it can keep destabilizing my finances.  I am definitely in a war I can't win.  If one I refuse to surrender.

I keep looking at buying and building a van camper.  I realize that is useless, and worse, without a drivers license.  Which means leaving will be on foot.  Which, too, is why spring is as early as it gets.  I will, eventually, have to survive in the cold, at times.  If I can get a bank that doesn't toss my money out, if I can get to a place where I can eke out a living, until I can figure out a more frugal way, if I can survive summers on even less...  Many ifs.  No real options.  At this point I am just beginning to figure things out.  I may pull all I have in the house out.

I don't know how much of it is personal and how much is simply a world that has politically and economically eaten itself and is now having to pay the price.  How many of these companies are truly doing this to everyone, even their mothers if they think they can get away with it?  My friend is a polar opposite, politically, and they are still going after him it seems.  Bogus phone calls, messing with his medical, pushing him.  Is this a prelude to genocide?  First of the ill and elderly, than of various groups, based on wealth, race, seeming worth, political want?

I suppose, if you are healthy and otherwise productive, and don't owe anyone, and keep very close tabs on your income and investments, and you don't get unlucky and have your credit stolen out from under you or handed off by your bank...  I suppose, if you duck well enough, you will do well enough.  I am honestly not sure there is a way out.  For me, there is walking.  I'll have to figure some other things out.  It won't be easier.  But best not be here when they actually come for me.  I can't swear I can be ready by next spring, that is merely the goal.  At this point, it honestly doesn't matter who the problem is, or the main problem source.  It's everywhere.  Best to just get out.

Yeah?  I have no illusion that life on the hoof is going to be good.  It is just better to be on the move before one isn't just traveling, but fleeing.  This is truly going to hurt.  It is only survivable compared to the options.