This is a place in England and not where I live, but look! A blue door.
And hanging in the door it says "home sweet home". Gotta love that.
I realized the other day that there was something bothering me about the way I ended this blog.
I needed to give one last update to the homeless situation. It is only fair. You read along and gave me good wishes when I was in that situation. You should know a little more about what has happened.
I am no longer homeless.
I now rent a room in someone's home.
It also seems only right that the last post should be a gratitude list. So here are my thankfuls for having found a place to call home.
I am thankful for:
- a roof where I listen to the rain falling (and sometimes storming) and the sound it makes is so different from rain on a car roof. It is one of my favourite sounds, no matter where I am. But I do think I prefer the room roof sound of rainfall over the car roof sound.
- a bed. With my pillows and clean sheets and my blankets. It is large enough (full sized, perhaps? I don't know, I'm not good at bed measurements. Hmm. That doesn't sound quite right, does it?) anyway, it is large enough that I can sleep with my legs and arms stretched to their longest. And cozy. So cozy.
- a small alarm clock. I can open my eyes and look over and see the time without turning a car on. What will they think of next!
- a sitting area. I have a couch with a coffee table. A place to have a friend over. I can serve tea and cookies.
- a largish small refrigerator. I have a refrigerator. In my room. Seventeen-year-old me would have been green with envy. So this means I can also offer juice or sparkling or still water or crackers and cheese.Or a cool glass of wine. (Fine. If you want beer, I'll throw a microbrew or two in there. I hate that stuff, but I realize I'm odd.)
- full use of a lovely kitchen.
- a TV with a VCR. It's old school. And perfect. Because VHS tapes are super cheap (and that's my budget right now, super cheap) and I get to sit in my room (or lie in my bed) and watch Shakespeare In Love - I'm still on the hunt for Harold and Maude and my very favourite movie of all time, Still Breathing, in VHS form. Also the TV is seriously cool. It turns itself off when it realizes the tape is done playing and no one is paying attention. And that's without setting the sleep timer. Which it also has. And I have a remote.
- a tiny closet for hanging clothes, a super large closet with shelves for storage.
- my own thermostat. I can finally be warm all night and not get woken up by the cold at odd hours. And warmth without turning on the car!
- an overhead fan. Because summer is a-coming, peeps.Slowly, dragging her feet. But she's coming!
- bookshelves. My books are unpacked. And I can walk over to the shelf, peruse it, and read or research.
- the outdoors. This is a pretty place. And it's nice to be able to hang out outside when the weather is beautiful.
- a desk and a desk chair. Because there is writing to do, my friends. There is writing to do. (Although it's doubtful I'll actually do much of it at the desk.)
- the ability to have a large bulletin board. I went and got one. I actually tried to get a bulletin board they had on super amazing sale that was mondo-giganticus, but it was so big it wouldn't fit in the car. So I got the next size down figuring if I need bigger, I'll get another. At some point. In the future.
I'm in a safe place, renting from nice people and I have a room of my own.
It's not fancy, but I can't tell you how perfect it is.
I'm home, you guys! Thank you for helping me get here.
I wish for you that you always have a home: safe and happy and warm - or cool, depending on where you live, a place where you can live and love and be true to yourself.
Hugs all around.
If you wish to write to me, I will be keeping 35jupiterdrive (at) gmail (dot) com up and going for awhile yet.
Photo: Pauline Eccles [CC-BY-SA-2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0)], via Wikimedia Commons





