Finally feeling homeless

Dear Peeps,

I have been very lucky so far to have been able to find somewhere to stay each night either housesitting, staying at my best mates, going away on holidays or the random night at my parents when a bed is free.

I am currently staring down the barrel of a few nights with nowhere to stay.

When I have told people why I can't live in my own home, most people have been very generous and tried to offer some help.

The one which brought tears to my eyes was my old house cleaner, who became a friend. K listened to my story and then shared hers with me. She was truly homeless at one stage, sleeping in her car or on the beach, whilst her kids were in foster care. She had been a drug addict and fled a DV situation and left her kids with the authorities whilst she got herself together. She was so open and vulnerable to share this with me.

She made me promise I would never sleep in my car or out rough. She now raises her grandkids and still has two of her own grown children living with her. She said just make one phone call and her grandson could sleep in her room and clean sheets would be on the bed in 10 minutes.

I cried at her kindness and generosity. I cried when my best mate sent me a photo of a lock box outside of his house and the code saying I always had somewhere to come. I cried because people were giving to me when I am normally the giver.

However, I can't stay with my bestie when he has his kids and I can't make K move her grandson for a few nights. The time has come to book a few nights in a hotel.

Firstly, it made me feel sad, and angry as to why we had to leave our home but there is always a positive, right. I will have a little staycation whilst I am working. If I ignore the 8 hours at work, I am sure it will feel like a holiday.

After this I have house sits arranged until I head off on my next adventure. Fingers crossed no one cancels. However, I am ready for what the universe brings.

Love,

Ro.