so, i'm homeless.

but y'know it's alright. for a year i hauled ass to be able to see the world; we gave up our house, our cars, and many other useful possessions in order to make it work - with the thought of impending homelessness in the back of our minds always. who knew we'd have the time of our lives and unlock many dreams we never even knew we had. but what is a "home" if you're only feeding dead money into the pockets of a citizens-bludging real estate agency in the form of "rent" anyway?

so i guess what i'm trying to say is: was it worth it? YES.

if being in the states has taught me anything- with its street kids in San Francisco, goddess souls of LBC or dispossessed of Skid Row- is that being without any one place to call your own is insane, but that's our reality- because what do we truly own on this earth anyway? so give me insanity, because that's real. give me a situation that's so rugged it reminds me of what really inspires me. when i have nothing i'm free.