On being homeless;

I've lost two people who I thought were my best friends during this ordeal, for no apparent reason whatsoever. I don't understand their outrage at my situation. I moved several states away, so I am not at all taking up their time. I'm not crashing in their houses, I'm not eating their food. I have never once asked either of them for money at all since I became homeless. It makes no sense at all to me.

However, I've met so many strangers, online and in real life, who have offered me money, a place to sleep, random bits of kindness, without even knowing me first. I find it so strange that people I've never seen in my life would offer to help me, when people I've know for years will turn their backs on me.

Anyways, I find that being homeless is not so bad, under certain circumstances. I am lucky enough to have a car, so that is where I sleep at night. I got foodstamps, because I cannot find a job and therefor have no money, so I eat regularly. I have access to a laptop, and live in a busy enough area that I can just sit in a barnes and noble or borders and search the internet for things to entertain me, or job hunt, or whatever. I managed to get a gym membership, so I can shower regularly, so I do not smell. I have sleeping bags, a very warm blanket, and pillows, so I am warm at night. I have my boyfriend with me, so I am not alone.

The only real downside is that I can't eat warm food as often as I'd like, and I can't really do any fun things, because we lack money, and most money we do get goes into my gas tank.

So really, under the right circumstances, being homeless isn't that bad.