I am homeless. Homelessness in ways seemed so romantic to
me. It’s simple and I’m all for simplicity in every way. Homelessness is not
simple. Sleeping through the night without waking up is an almost impossible
task. Having everything I own in my car, no matter how organized it starts,
gets messy, dirty, and actually really gross. Every morning I wake up in a nice
pool of sweat after the sun shines on my car for just enough time to create and
awesome greenhouse effect. I’m going to start growing plants out of my head
soon; I’ve got just the right amount of water coming out of me to keep them
hydrated. My bread is smooshed, my butter is melting over everything. It takes
twice as long to make breakfast in the morning, and twice as long to find a
place to park and sleep for the night. Being sick and homeless is one of
the most lonely things I’ve ever gone through. No one to take care of me, and
not a comfortable place around to lay my head. My car gets smelly, trash
piles up, and I get genuinely tired. I used to run miles and miles after a good
night’s rest, and now I can sleep hours and hours after a single mile run. It’s
exhausting. It’s not romantic. It’s a bit lonely. Time consuming, yet I seem to
have more time than I know what to do with sometimes. A strange paradox.
However, it makes me take life slow. Important things are
different and simple things make me more joyful. I take life slower, one day at
a time, and enjoy the time that I do have.
I enjoy the alone time I get twice as much, and I enjoy the friend time
that I get three times as much. I supposes there is a good and a bad no matter
which way you choose to live life. There are stresses and joys abounding in different ways.
What way do you choose to live yours?
