I’ve been ‘homeless’ for three months. Not having one place to rest my aching bones. Wasting time packing up and unpacking. Not quite settled in. Forgetting my sneakers and missing a gym session. Forgetting flip flips at the gym showers (gross). Not knowing where my nail clippers are. A side project taking up space in my head. Not knowing where my things are! Being nudged to live minimally and to be honest, it’s been refreshing.
I have 3 sets of keys that’ll get me into
- my flat under renovation
- temporary home abode at a friend’s
- another’s friend’s if I need to give my #2 friend some space
I have access to three houses. And access to two more.
It’s been inconvenient being ‘homeless.’ Yet I’m glad, because living with friends has been fun. Spending unplanned time. Cooking and eating together. Chilling and talking throughout the day. It’s been nice to have a nice person to come home to and say good morning when we first wake up.
I have access to three generous homes and kind-hearted friends.
I’m not ‘homeless.’