A month of this

Day Thirty — Today is my one-month mark. I spent a week in New York staying with Samir and Nathan, (I consider that to go right along with my homeless lifestyle), and just got back from a 5-day trip back home, which was nothing like homelessness, but other than that and sleeping on James and Kelly’s couch once I’ve been sleeping in my car every night.

I’m pretty sure I could do this for as long as I want. It’s an odd feeling, but I don’t think anyone cares or notices that I’m at work literally 24 hours a day. And I’ve been thinking that I’m not so sure that’s against the rules. This comforts me.

When I got back from New York I realized I’d left an interior light on, so the car is now dead. I’m living in a dead car. Every once in a while I can get an interior light to stay on, but for the most part it’s dead. So I’ve gotta buy a battery-powered camping lamp. Should’ve done that a while ago, instead of draining the battery with the interior lights, but *live-n-lern*.

I passed a Volkswagon van a week or two ago on the street and was very interested in it. I didn’t know that those vans had so much interior storage and a table inside them. So I’m on the lookout for that. Also planning on buying a little scooter and putting a scooter-holder on the back of my car so I can use that to scoot around to do any quick trips. Driving the beast of a land-yacht gets tiresome. Plus, due to the nature of living in my car, it would be nice to just ride around on a scooter every once in a while so I don’t feel so contained.

Still haven’t figured out the charging-all-my-stuff situation. I really want to put solar panels on top of the car. Of course, being parked in a garage all the time isn’t going to help there. I mean, I am at work, so I just plug stuff in at my desk and rely on things to hold their charge through the night, but I’d really like to have a solution in the car so I can plug things in while I’m “at home.”

I really wish I could just tell people I’m homeless. Can’t homeless people have jobs? No? Why exactly do people need physical addresses anyway?