I’m a formerly middle-class homeless person in my early 50s. I haven’t been here–that is, homeless–long, relatively speaking, and I am working on not being homeless.
Getting back to middle class has the potential to be more of a chore. Progress will likely be measured in nickels and dimes, if not pennies.
I believe I’ll get there. I just have trouble seeing how.
In this case, “homeless” means “lacking accommodations I can call my own, either through outright ownership or rental/lease means.” Yes, I’ve slept in my car. Not often, fortunately–but I’m glad I had the option when it became necessary. I’ve never had to sleep outside, and I hope to avoid it. Like I hope to avoid a whole bunch of other stuff related to being homeless.
This blog is going to be a place where I can think out loud, in a sense, as well as more straightforward “this is what my life looks like today” commentary. If I can pull it together properly, it might even wind up as the basis of a book.
Ghu knows it would be nice if I could, at some point in the future, make money from relating life as experienced while I was broke.
I think that’s called irony.
Anyway, a little on housekeeping: this is the Internet equivalent of my living room. Feel free to disagree, but be polite about it, please–comments are moderated, and I reserve the right to delete posts, or disemvowel them, as I see fit.