Homeless & Happy About It

Spiritual Journey Of A Slut
Aug 12, 2021
3 min read

Updated: Sep 15, 2021

My apartment’s a mess as I’m packing/moving it to storage

I’m aware that the title might be a little insensitive to the homeless population. However, I’m about to be a part of that population somewhat and maybe I’ll eat my words but I feel ok about it as of now.

I am not going to be completely out on the street though so that is something I can’t speak on with experience.

So, for those that must do that: I’m sorry and I’m not trying to seem like a brat when talking of being homeless in good terms.

I am just using the word as it’s literal meaning and intention...

someone without their home

Which I will be tomorrow. So there’s that disclaimer.

**update** I stood up for myself to the landlord and got 30 days so it gave me quite a bit more time. she still tried to kick me out the next day, though. I had to send her screenshots of Tennessee’s renter laws to get the 30 days.

I have a few different places I can stay for awhile (with friends). I also have a [wrecked but running] car. I have an income.

The income is very unpredictable though… I have an Onlyfans. So, check it out and enhance my income 😉 I also have my art for sale on Society6. I sell items on Poshmark and Facebook marketplace. I clean houses randomly for money, too.

I could go back to nursing (I still have my license in good standing) but I am determined not to.

It’s not part of my journey and I feel that strongly right now

At least for the time being. Maybe it will be more aligned with who I am and what I am doing down the road but… I’m just going with what feels right and nursing absolutely does not feel right. It feels like sending myself straight back to hell voluntarily.

I’ll pass for now.

So it’s side hustles for this without-a-home girl. Onlyfans is my number 1 side hustle currently.

Why am I homeless and happy about it?

no more expensive rent for an apartment that truly houses so many memories of my most difficult times of my life
I’ve been sleeping on the floor downstairs when I am home because my brand new mattress and bed and even my room overall reminds me of some shit I can’t keep reliving every time I lay down. So I sleep on the floor downstairs. it’s an overwhelming feeling I get to always sleep in the floor now. It’s fucking weird. I don’t know. But, I kinda like it also. Oddly enough? Rarely do I have any back pain when I wake up now. I’m just sayin’. I sleep with no pillow or blanket either. I am aware I’m a lunatic. I embrace it now a days.
So, I can start over somewhere fresh soon. I won’t be tied down to anywhere specific as “home”. I can up and leave town or I can find a new home or I can stay with friends and spend time making memories or what the hell ever I want to do without a “home” to worry about
Jill (my mom) won’t know where I am any more and that’s a true blessing that many might not understand. Also, any other toxic person in my life will also be unaware of my location while we are on the subject. That’s nice and refreshing. And something that has bothered me at times… just being aware of the fact that certain people that want my life to suck know where my home is. Not anymore mother fuckers lol 😜 I could be one place one night then poof I’m in another state. Houdini vibes.
less to worry about if I do end up going to jail for my charges from this last year (long story that I’ll explain after the fact). I won’t have a home to worry about losing. Hopefully my stuff will be safe where I am going to put it. But if not, screw my “stuff”… I am not quite as tied to belongings anymore and it’s nice. Everything is replaceable except the time spent worrying about my stuff so the less I worry, the better, and that’s the vibe going forward.
I can either choose to see this situation as an extremely difficult time that I’m nervous about and then cry to people because I don’t have a home and play victim. Or I can see it as a fun challenge and a time I can dedicate to really figure out “me”, my spiritual journey, self love, and how to love another person the way I truly want to. Those, among many other things, I’m sure. I choose option B for real. Maybe I’ll come out on the other side a much better person for it. I hope so.