My lifestyle

Right now I am homeless.  This has been partially mitigated by my work sometimes in short, residential camp programs.  It has also been covered by couchsurfing and staying in hostels.  But these things are too temporary to count as 'home.'

I've been thinking alot about what home really means, because just having a place to shower and sleep doesn't really fit the bill.  I think a home for me is where there is someone to share my life with on equal, reciprocal terms.  This is why my parent's house doesn't really work as a home for me anymore: my parents are partnered with eachother and my mom doesn't really have attention to share my life with me the way she used to.  This is why, even though we moved around all the time and even got thrown out of a couple places, I didn't feel homeless when Max and I were traveling together earlier this year.

Physically, I have as of yet spent very few nights (however, including last night) sleeping outside like a normal homeless person.  At this, I have some friends who would of course rather I stay with them for a night than sleep in plaza del congresso, but seriously, I don't  know why but I don't want to be a guest or a visitor right now, I guess I'm just tired of it.  You could say it's dangerous, but nobody ever fucks with me because I'm 194cm white guy wearing aviators.