While in conversation with a dear friend last night, I characterized my situation as vagrancy. I explained that homeless was not quite right, as I had many homes, or one big home, depending on how you want to look at it.
What is different about my situation is the fact that I'm roaming. Unlike the single house I used to live in, there are now multiple places where I lay my head. Last night; mom's house. I was already her way visiting a friend, so I just bopped down and took the couch. She offered to gussy up the cubby for me. With a wry smile, I told her I didn't need a bedroom.
Showered at mom's this morning. I really need to get that 24 Hour Fitness membership. I also couldn't find my travel box last night. Kind of a minor disaster there. I'll have to check in the light of day, and if it isn't in the car, promptly relocate it and put it there.
As of yet, no mind blowing revelations. :)
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