On Being "Homeless"

I rented a U-Haul truck the other day, and the clerk handed me a stack of forms to fill out . The forms asked for the usual information. Name...check. Phone number...check. Address....hmmm. I put in my post office box number (which is how I get my mail these days), then continued filling out the remaining forms. I handed the papers back to the clerk. She looked them over and said, "We need your physical address here."  I said, "I'm currently homeless."  She gave me an empathetic look of concern and said, "Oh, I'm sorry", and moved on to the next page.

Homeless? Well, sort of I guess. I don't have a physical address. And I don't live in what most people would considered a home. But strangely, I feel more secure with this life style then I did when I lived in a house! For the first time in my life, I actually *own* my "home". And in a pinch, I can pack it all up and put it in a 5' x 10' storage unit where it will wait for me until I'm ready to set it up again. I actually feel like I will *never* be without a home now. I can lose my job or run into other financial hardship without having to worry about losing my home.

And since I am renting land from individuals, I can rely upon the goodness in people's hearts instead of the corporate policies of bankers. And that's a good feeling!

I'm still not sure whether I'm "homeless", but if I am, well, that's okay!