I was kicked out of my house once. It was really late at night, so I just took my acoustic guitar and the backpack with all my drawings (I was pretty romantic/naive); I took what I absolutely didn't want my mom to break or burn out when she entered into a rage. Back then, I had friends; so I went to the house of one who lived alone (or rather, he picked me up) and whom I knew I could stay with; but my mother also left the house soon after that (not without breaking some stuff, indeed) and so, advised by my aunt, I could come back home quickly.
Now: if such a thing happened once again... well, since now my room it's pretty much my entire world and I can't possibly take all that stuff with me (and where to?), I guess I'd just give it all up and take with me my laptop, my most beloved zippo lighter (I'm still romantic/naive) and my debit card, on wich I'm still monthly paid a sort of scholarship for at least one more year. I'd try to contact that old friend; if I'm not able to stay with him or anyone anymore (I neither want to impose on others), I'd be homeless and so try to duel, hide and survive inside the university campus (food, shelter, toilets, free net...) for as long as I could, until figuring out what to do.
Post edited on 31st May 2012, 6:18pm