I had originally titled this post “Homeless: Traveling the Timeline of Now”, but I find that I often get a very strong reaction to the word homeless.
When people ask me where I live, I say I am homeless. I say it with a smile and a sense of humor, I’m usually well dressed and drive a decent car, and I follow my quip with a brief explanation. If I get my delivery right, I get a laugh. But I’m learning that I need to be careful.
The notion of homelessness strikes a deep unease. People feel …what? Fear that it could happen them? It can happen to any of us.
I have to admit I felt like a bit of a hobo with that title. Wearing a bandana, carrying a backpack. As if I am jumping on trains, going hither and yon without any particular plan. But there is a plan. And I’ll be sharing it in the months to come.
In the meantime, some thoughts on travel, life, cancer and time.
What is CancerRoadTrip?
One woman’s quest to make lemonade out of lemons when handed an impossible set of circumstances including becoming homeless while dealing with an incurable cancer diagnosis.
When the going gets tough, the tough go traveling.