Able insofar as my legs work? Surely.
But I've a dearth of worldly knowledge, and like I've mentioned before, I need to keep within thirty days of a pharmacy for resupplies of insulin. I've gone for short periods without long-lasting or short-acting doses, but life becomes centered around activity-eat-rest, turning you into something of an animal rather than someone able to travel and appreciate the world around you.
As for why I've chosen Gary, it was the first joint that popped into my head. I'm interested in any sort of sprawling abandoned areas. The idea that towns end up abandoned baffles me. Though I've access to certain east-coast statutes, the idea that land ends up owned by the government and entirely unused baffles me. The limbo that is "awaiting redevelopment" is something that's not only shocking, but downright confusing.
I'm in no position to speak, obviously, being no more than a late 20s bum that hides behind medicare, but the fact that there exist buildings ripe for the picking and ready to be refurnished is baffling. If I had the ability, I would travel to and begin working on one of them myself, going so far as to specialize in squatter's law to protect those who made such bohemian paradises their home.
Of course, all of that is a grand and romanticized idea. The long and short of it remains that houses sit abandoned across the country and they remain abandoned in great numbers due to mid-century industrialization. In the more suburban areas of the nation, you see people struggling to dedicate such places as "Sites of Historical Value" while allowing others to decay. I'd love to think that any individual could turn a mass-abandoned joint located in the dust belt into a livable space much like the molefolk in NYC's subway (proud to say that I've lurked on the fringes, there! Only managed to wave before running away in terror way back in '06)
Ah-hah... does that answer anything? It's the abandoned-city-living that fascinates me. It seems to be a culture unto itself, distinct from squatting.
