Wednesday, June 23, 2010

The Beginning

After nearly a year of dreaming about it, I finally moved out of my place last Friday. In a matter of weeks, I went from a two bedroom, two car garage townhome to a van and a 4 x 6 storage unit. I sold more than I kept. I gave away even more than I sold. If I could describe how freeing that feels, I would. I can’t, but I think the adventures of the first 5 days paint a pretty good picture.

I finished working at 1:15 on Friday. I finally left San Diego about 5 pm on Sunday. I might have left sooner had I ever been sober enough. By 11 pm on Sunday I was lost for the first time. Lost, hungover and jacked up on coffee is an interesting combination at 11 pm. Fortunately for me, when I got unlost, I woke up here:

Later in the day, I went to sleep here:

In the last five days, I’ve slept at a friend’s house, two different campgrounds and a truck stop. I woke up to a couple fighting at the house, a woman sobbing at the first campground, a three year old throwing a temper tantrum at the second campground and, ironically, birds chirping at the truck stop.

In the last five days, I’ve been lost in the mountains, in a small town and in a city. I’ve managed to find my way by driving in circles, asking strangers for help and busting out the new Blackberry to check Google.

In the last five days, I’ve been to three YMCA’s and discovered that not all of them have a shower. I’ve also discovered that after two days and over three hours of sweaty running without a shower, the sink at the Y will do just fine. In fact, you can even wash your hair and shave your legs in the sink at the Y. Trust me on this one.

In the last five days, I’ve learned that men aren’t looking at the parts of my body I thought they were during sex. (Thankfully I was told this and not shown it.  It was still traumatizing.) I’ve learned that when you’re homeless you have to suck up your crazy independent streak and let friends cook for you and take care of you. (Why did it take me so long to figure out that I’d like being taken care of once in awhile?) I’ve learned that when you’ve gone too many days without a shower, coconut body lotion can work a minor miracle. I've also learned that life is almost never as you expect it. It's almost always better, especially when you're on the road.


  1. Welcome back. I can't get "On the Road Again" out of my head.

  2. a y without a shower? say it ain't so.
    sleeping at the truck stop, brave girl. I always avoid those, scardie cat I am.Though , I always stop in for their rot gut coffee.
    the moon is getting bigger, more odd or emotional human behavior on the way.
    your "on tourness" gives you plenty if interesting things to write about