"Maybe tomorrow, I’ll want to settle down, until tomorrow the whole world is my home"

I am such a hobo.

I mean not really in the literal sense where I don't have a means of livelihood and I ride the train to wherever it may take me. Or in the sense where everything I own is tied up in a bandanna that I carry on a stick while I wander with my faithful, yet scruffy looking, canine companion. And not even in the sense where I don't technically have a place to live but I have a lot of cool stuff that pickers come and pay me cash for. No. I do, however, mean in the sense where I don't have a permanent home.

It's true, I'm a 26 year old without a home to call her own. Sad isn't it. Not really though, I don't worry about that kinda stuff mostly. You see back in January I started house sitting for this couple that was on vacation...when they got home they asked if I could stay at his mothers house which had recently been vacated. I've been staying there ever since. Living out of Tupperware tubs and my suitcase for the most part.

The thing of it is though they put a "For Sale" sign up outside the house a couple days ago so now I need to move on soon. Thankfully my dad offered me his 1976 Fleury.

*Now I just spent 10 minutes trying to find a picture of a Fleury online so you know what I'm talking about. It was an impossible task though. Basically it's a tiny little motor home that reminds me of an ice cream truck from the 1960's. Even though it actually looks nothing like an ice cream truck from the 1960's. I'm sure you have a perfect picture of what I'm talking about now in your head.*

And since I'm going to be working at camp for all of July I've been allowed to park my new home down there already and I can stay for all of June if I need to! Whoopie! I'm not sure what I'll do in August...or September...or after that once Winter hits. Maybe, just maybe, I should buy a house. Or at least rent one.

Or I could do what I did before January and switch between living in my parents backyard in my tent or in their spider infested basement and taking house sitting jobs whenever they arise. We'll see. That's hobo style.

You might need to know this...

One time this summer I wound up sleeping in my car in a Walmart parking lot.

Weeeeeell it wasn't so much I "wound up" doing it as I wanted to do it. So, instead of making plans to find a place to stay that one night I pulled into a Walmart and made my dreams come true!

Here's what you need to know should you find yourself in a scenario similar...

1. Location, location, location. Where you park for the night is important. You don't want to park in the spots close to the Walmart doors (especially the ones with a blue wheelchair marking them, that's a biiiiig no no!) because everyone coming in and out of the doors while you're trying to get ready for bed can see inside your car. Aaaawkward. Try to find a place close to RVs but not too close. You'll feel secure knowing there are other people spending the night there as well but you'll also have a sense of privacy...well as much as you can sleeping in a car anyway.




2. Use Walmart to your advantage but don't make yourself too at home. Sure you can go in before they close to use the bathroom, brush your teeth you could even change into your jammies if you are really brave. However, don't take things too far! It's probably best to avoid taking a sponge bath in the bathroom sink, settling in to watch a movie before bed, drinking milk from the carton and putting it back in the cooler or inviting your friends over for a game of Cranium.

3. Make your bed as comfy as possible. I think this is a given in any sleeping situation. Am I wrong?



4. Be as discreet as you can when changing from your day clothes into your jammies. Remember, public exposure is wrong! Perhaps putting a skirt on over top to change beneath would work for you? Or if you're of the male persuasion, changing under a blanket? Either way, there's no need to put on a show!

5. Be prepared for the Random Factor. You never know what's going to happen in a Walmart parking lot! Teenagers playing with shopping carts at 2am, dad's giving driving lessons, cars backfiring, kids in the RV close by crying, men relieving themselves in the decorative trees (sorry to tell ya Walmart workers). The Walmart parking lot comes alive after hours!

6. Crack the car window. Not too much mind you. Just enough to keep the air fresh. You know sometimes when you wake up and the room is stuffy, covered with that sleep smell? Much worse inside a car.

7. Enjoy your sleep. Though it may be interrupted often,it may be cramped and there's not much privacy enjoy the experience I say.