I would have never thought four years ago I would be where I am now. I remember those cold homeless mornings so vividly. I would crawl out of my tent to a frost covered world as I got a fire started. Freezing cold, I would stamp my feet on the ground to warm them. I would immediately crack open a beer as I ate my usual gruel breakfast of grits or instant oatmeal. Lunch time would find me drunk as a warming sun would rise high in the sky. I remember that warmth vividly. A nap would follow in my tent and more drinking would earnestly start in the afternoon. Nightfall would find me three sheets to the wind.
I discovered homeless blogs then. I would sneak over to my deceased grandmother's house every night to use the computer. The house would be cold and I found a little space heater to warm my feet. I discovered The Homeless Guy and hung on his every word. I wanted to move to Nashville and live in the shelters there, but I drank so much I couldn't sober up enough to go. All my money went to beer.
One night I called my mother...
"Mom, I'm cold," I replied.
"Where are you? You just disappeared!" she replied.
"I am over at Memaw's house. I'm homeless."
She drove over to turn on the heat and help me make a bed to sleep in.
"I don't care what your father says," she told me. "But I'm not letting you be homeless."
I remember writing on my blog how excited I was. I was so cold and forlorn. I thought my life was at an end. Fate had other plans for me. I had a home, and now the hard work was upon me to get sober and straighten out my life. What a journey it has been!