Well it’s here- Monday, I am living in my sister’s van this week and I am wondering again why in the world I thought I could do this? I once told my teacher all I wanted in life was a big house and lots of clothes and to be a police officer/ballerina. Of course I grew out of that desire, but I still like shelter that you can’t drive and clothing that can hang in a closet, neither of which I will have this week. (And don’t even ask about the police officer/ballerina career I was planning, I was ahead of my time with the dancing law-enforcement, I think criminals would be a lot more cooperative and less violent if they were apprehended by dancing cops.)
During the daytime I completely forgot that I am doing this and cannot go home, but reality set in as one by one my co-workers said “Goodnight” and now it’s just me here in the office. Again, I am trying to be in a mind-set of someone who does not have the choice to live this way and who doesn’t have a deadline of when it will end, like I do.
Well keep me in your thoughts tonight as you curl up in your bed and maybe watch some tv and fall asleep.
Jen, you are so blessed to have use of your sister’s van! When I was homeless with my 4yr. Old we were fortunate enough to have a 1991 Honda Accord-much less room than a minivan… I would have to drive my daughter around til she fell asleep while she cried the whole time to “go home.” Since that time in my life my dream car has actually been a Honda Odyssey
Anyway, I think it is wonderful that you want a greater understanding of what women go through when they no longer have a place to call home. God bless.