homeless | pt. 8 (update)

I just showered for the first time in…what? like 20 days lol.

Update about our situation:

Thanks to some very generous people, we’re not in the car right now.

Last night we checked into a safe, clean, very cheap hotel in Arkansas for two nights. (I prayed beforehand and told God that if we could get it for about $100 for two nights, I’d go for it so we could have a break and collect our bearings. The total was $107 all in.)

My mom and the baby are relishing the big bed, the bathroom, the shower, the TV lol. The Boy has literally had three baths since we checked in last night lol. He is having difficulty adjusting to not being in the car, as are we.

It’s a weird thing; we all were stressed out and tired of being in the car, but being in a space this big feels weird. Going to the bathroom with privacy feels weird. Showering feels weird. Watching TV feels weird. Not driving an hour to find wifi is weird. It’s like a bizarre sensory overload.

I feel very overwhelmed, actually.

Thing is, I can’t relax.

I just can’t.

Not when I know there is so much work to be done. Our time is limited here and I don’t have the luxury of wasting it.

Not when I know that other people are not able to have what we now have.

Not when I know tomorrow we may be back in the car.

During this break, I’m going to purchase a phone and check on some housing options in the area. (Arkansas doesn’t have very many resources for The Boy and his autism, but they do have very cheap housing and low cost of living, so it may work for an interim solution.)

I also need to work, handle some housekeeping type things (like calling Charter to get the internet cut off at our old house — they refused to cancel it via e-chat, and calling my doctor’s office which probably thinks I fell off the face of the earth), get the car oil changed, do laundry, go shopping for snacks…

But all of that feels super difficult right now.

So I’m going to take a break from this platform for a bit and focus on work (I enjoy my work and it takes my mind off of everything), and try to decompress.

As a person with social anxiety disorder and OCD, homelessness is the ultimate trigger. You’ve got zero time or space to decompress. Life is one big social interaction.

I’m going to try to clear my mind enough to pray, read scripture, and try to be present.

I’m going to try to enjoy the feeling of laying in a bed, watching a movie, or sitting at a desk.

I’m going to try to breathe.

Even though we’re okay today, I know there’s thousands of people who aren’t. I feel an odd mixture of shame and guilt. I’m no better than them.

I’ve got a ton of posts in various stages of being written. I’m not done talking about #homelessness, not even a little bit.

#housing#homelessnessawareness#generosity#kindness

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Ps. Thank you to Michael David ChapmanπŸŒŽπŸ’§Patti ScallanπŸ’§πŸŒKevin & Katie Belz. You guys are amazing and I’m so blown away by your generosity.


Note: This is the 8th post in a series I’ve been writing on LinkedIn about our family’s homelessness. I started writing because I felt like God was directing me to share the reality of what many people are facing in the U.S., and put a new face to homelessness. I’m a young professional with a disabled child, with a mom whose health has seen better days, and two obnoxious dogs. But homelessness doesn’t care who you are, and it affects thousands of people every day. I hope that by reading our stories from the road, your beliefs about homeless people will be challenged, and you’ll be spurred to cause change. Nobody should ever be homeless. Nobody.

It occurred to me that I should probably start posting outside of LinkedIn, just in case others would be interested in our story. I hope that documenting this experience will open people’s eyes to the homelessness problem in the United States (and around the world, even). I never posted to get a handout or a hand-up. I only wanted people to be as upset as I was that ANYONE has to live this way. So I’m posting these things in the hopes that doing so will light a fire under people to make a difference. To treat each other better. To look out for each other. To stop judging and start helping. Thank you for reading & God bless you.

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homeless | pt. 5 (day in the life)

Day in the life of a #homeless family:

We woke up at the rest stop we drove over an hour & a half to get to last night. There were very few rest stops in Louisiana, and it was becoming expensive gas-wise to try to function there, so we headed west.

The first rest stop in Texas was creepy & scary, so we kept driving until we came upon another one.

We slept about 3 hours before The Boy woke up. Because he has #autism, he doesn’t sleep for very long periods at a time.

He woke up, we played the game of Tetris we usually play to rearrange everyone in the car so they could get comfortable.

I slept halfway between the backseat and the floorboard; the baby slept on the backseat (he gets the most room ’cause he’s the cutest), & Mom took the driver’s seat this time (we trade off because it’s the least comfortable). Dogs in the passenger’s seat.

We woke up at about 3am. Melatonin for The Boy so he could go back to sleep. Up again at 7am. He’s hungry. Time to go.

Mom had time to use the restroom; I didn’t. Pull-up change, more car Tetris, then on the road to find breakfast.

Located a rare find — McDonald’s with a Playplace (which makes our lives so much easier).

Brushed my teeth in the McDonald’s bathroom.

Got the baby 2 hashbrowns & a milk — $5.

He played while we charged our devices and got caught up on emails, etc. (usually, during these times, Mom looks for potential houses, jobs, or places to go, while I work. I’ve been getting a lot of notifs here on LI, so I’ve been trying to catch up on that).

The Boy fell while playing. Busted his nose up. I worried that if I had to take him to the hospital, they might ask questions. (Thankfully, he’s fine, and didn’t need the hospital. But every scrape and nick he gets is like a dagger for us — he could be in danger of being taken.)

Argued with Paypal about releasing my funds. Got some funds released thanks to really generous LI people I will certainly post about in the future. Wasn’t gonna get myself or Mom breakfast until we got access to more money. Mom found $5 on the ground outside & surprised me with a caramel Frappe. It was heaven.

Boy got sleepy — had to leave so he could nap. He can only sleep in the moving car. So we started driving west again.

Had to stop for gas — $30 to fill up in Texas, thank God. (God bless Texas lol).

Started driving but The Boy wouldn’t sleep — he’s hungry again. Stopped to get him lunch & cold drinks for us — $10. Used the wifi at *that* McDonald’s while he ate.

He’s grumpy & sleepy & throwing things out the window again. Gotta keep moving. More car Tetris — I’m driving now.

Drove west. Baby finally fell asleep — after attacking the dogs, screaming, throwing toys out the window, etc.

Had to find a bathroom. Found one. Now to find wifi.

Starbucks parking lot. Typing this post.

So far, today has been an *easy* day. We’ve had money to buy things, we’ve had fairly easy access to what we needed.

Most days are not like this.

Usually we begin our day anywhere between 5am or 9am (sometimes, on rare occasion, if we’re all sleeping pretty decent, we start at 10am).

First step is bathroom functions. The Boy can’t be alone, obvi, so one of us goes at a time. Some mornings we have snacks available in the car and can take longer, sometimes we have to rush to find somewhere for The Boy to eat. The Boy gets a pull-up change frequently. (He’s not potty trained yet).

If we have time, Mom usually rearranges the car. This means cleaning out last night/yesterday’s trash and moving stuff around so we’ll have more room. Walking dogs, giving them water, etc. We also usually carry a water jug with us and refill the water jug and our water bottles if we feel the water is clean enough.

Second step is breakfast and finding wifi. Checking for nearest rest stops and other things we might need. Usually this is a McDonald’s or a Burger King. (Burger King is great for cheap food — wifi, not so much.)

Once the boy is full & happy, we usually find him a playground to play at so he can burn off energy. After the playground, we go through the transitional tantrum &get him ready to nap.

Napping means driving. We drive until he falls asleep. Then we find wifi (which can take hours) so I can work.

The driving everywhere without GPS means getting lost a lot. Which means wasted resources.

I work for 1-3 hours while he sleeps. When he wakes up, then it’s time for lunch. Usually this means nuggets lol.

Back to driving. Probably a stop so the dogs can be watered & walked. Maybe stop at another park or beach and let The Boy play again. He may nap again. More wifi, more work.

About 6-9pm we start hauling it in, making night-time plans. Rest stops with wifi are ideal because I can work while he sleeps. Dinner is usually a Little Caesars Pizza (bc they’re only $5). The Boy eats 5 pieces lol. We sneak what we can.

Drive to the nearest rest stop (sometimes takes hours). Stop on the way to get the boy milk.

Nighttime car Tetris; getting everyone ready for bed. Usually, this process happens from 10pm-ish — some days, it’s more like 1 or 2am — takes a few hours.

Sleep. Then repeat the next day.


This post is only a brief overview. It doesn’t account for all the times we get lost, frustration, soothing his meltdowns & trying to meet his needs, the dogs’ needs, bathroom breaks, finding water breaks, asking for directions, stopping to find new directions because those directions were incorrect (like the one time we drove all night to find a Walmart so we could get him pull-ups…literally two or three hours of driving…).

We can’t stay in one place too long because that’s loitering & the fuzz would get involved. And also, the baby is happier when we’re moving. Any time we stop, we have to do war with him over throwing toys out the window, him trying to get out of the car, the dogs trying to get out of the car, etc. It’s chaos.

And if we have no money, it means becoming creative about getting the resources we need. We spent 3 days stranded at a LA rest stop because we had no gas money. Spent the last bit of gas we had to go find a pawn shop and sell my momma’s Tiffany jewelry. Put that money into gas & getting The Boy dinner. My grandfather gave her those earrings. I bought her that ring three Christmases ago. We got $25 for them.

It all sounds so ridiculous now that I type it lol.


The thing about being homeless is you have nowhere to go. For homeless people who have a car, you hang out in your car if you can because going into places means the expectation of spending money. If you don’t have a car, the same fear applies. You can’t stay anywhere for a super long time (maybe 4-5 hours max, if it’s like a restaurant or something); you have to keep walking, or find somewhere that allows you to loiter. Many homeless people spend the day trying to find or collect enough money for a meal and/or hotel for the night. I’ll post more about the homeless people I’ve encountered soon.


Note: This is the 5th post in a series I’ve been writing on LinkedIn about our family’s homelessness. I started writing because I felt like God was directing me to share the reality of what many people are facing in the U.S., and put a new face to homelessness. I’m a young professional with a disabled child, with a mom whose health has seen better days, and two obnoxious dogs. But homelessness doesn’t care who you are, and it affects thousands of people every day. I hope that by reading our stories from the road, your beliefs about homeless people will be challenged, and you’ll be spurred to cause change. Nobody should ever be homeless. Nobody.

It occurred to me that I should probably start posting outside of LinkedIn, just in case others would be interested in our story. I hope that documenting this experience will open people’s eyes to the homelessness problem in the United States (and around the world, even). I never posted to get a handout or a hand-up. I only wanted people to be as upset as I was that ANYONE has to live this way. So I’m posting these things in the hopes that doing so will light a fire under people to make a difference. To treat each other better. To look out for each other. To stop judging and start helping. Thank you for reading & God bless you.

Update 8/19/2022: I’ve changed some of the language in this post regarding The Boy’s upsetness. I learned after writing this that there’s a difference between a tantrum and a meltdown. I used the word “tantrum” throughout this post, which isn’t correct. Much of what he was experiencing were meltdowns due to the difficulty of our situation and all those circumstances.

homeless | pt. 4

Here’s why it’s so difficult to obtain a place to live when you’re #homeless:

– must be making 3x the rent
– background check (which you pay for)
– application fee ($25-$100 depending on the company)
– credit check (which you pay for)
– first month’s rent + deposit (or first + last + deposit)
– pet fees (if you have them)…anywhere from $50 – $400 *per* pet
– 6 months on your job

This is what landlords want.

I just got paid yesterday. (Never mind that PayPal is holding the majority of the funds because apparently they didn’t like me receiving it).

I want to give you a real, honest-to-goodness picture of where a person without a home’s $ goes:

So far, out of the $300 PayPal released to me, I’ve spent about $50 in food, and about $100-ish in gas. I also purchased some small amount gift cards to give to some homeless people I met. I have a little over $90 left.

We burned through nearly an entire tank of gas yesterday trying to locate a place to sleep. Finally, we decided to sleep in a Walmart parking lot (it’s free to park overnight there). We felt unsafe and had to leave, driving another 80ish miles to find a rest stop.

That’s $52, gone.

It’s impossible to save enough money for a deposit and first month’s rent, application fees, etc., when you don’t already a place to live.

All your resources go to trying to sleep, eat, and function.

Even if I did have 3 months’ rent laying around, my credit is jacked from the financial difficulty that led to the homelessness, so no landlord would touch me. I’ve only been on my job a month, not six. I can’t take the risk of applying and spending money on an app fee only to be rejected. As far as income goes, I make what I consider to be good money but I definitely do not make 3x the cost of rent right now (U.S. average is $1,164).

If I rent a fleabag hotel tonight so we can shower and sleep in real beds, that’s essentially $100 I’m out — and then it’s right back to the car the next night. Laundry needs doing, oil needs changing…the list goes on.

A lot of you have reached out to me and asked me how you can help. I really appreciate that, and I’ve expressed that I didn’t feel right accepting money. It’s true, I got paid yesterday, but that will not lift us out of homelessness, just like it doesn’t lift anyone else in this situation out…especially those on limited income like disability and Social Security.

And honestly, I don’t feel deserving of your cash when there are so many others who need help, too.

If you don’t already have a home, money slips through your hands before you can ever *get* a home.

What we really need is affordable housing.

We NEED affordable housing in the U.S. and we need it now.

I encourage you to petition your local legislators for more affordable housing. And give to the homeless people around you. One or two dollars really does ease the burden. I can’t tell you how happy we were to have hot food and cold drinks yesterday!

#homelessnessawareness


LinkedIn comment #1:

Again, thank you to everyone who reached out and asked how they can help my family during this challenging (and extremely stressful) time. If you or someone you know has a home they’d consider renting to us, (a weekly cabin rental or anything lol) please let me know.

And please don’t forget…there’s thousands of families like ours. Kindness is everything.


This is the 4th post in a series I’ve been writing on LinkedIn about our family’s homelessness. I started writing because I felt like God was directing me to share the reality of what many people are facing in the U.S., and put a new face to homelessness. I’m a young professional with a disabled child, with a mom who’s health has seen better days, and two obnoxious dogs. But homelessness doesn’t care who you are, and it affects thousands of people every day. I hope that by reading our stories from the road, your beliefs about homeless people will be challenged, and you’ll be spurred to cause change. Nobody should ever be homeless. Nobody.

It occurred to me that I should probably start posting outside of LinkedIn, just in case others would be interested in our story. I hope that documenting this experience will open people’s eyes about the homelessness problem in the United States (and around the world, even). I never posted to get a hand out or a hand up. I only wanted people to be as upset as I was that ANYONE has to live this way. So I’m posting these things in the hopes that doing so will light a fire under people to make a difference. To treat each other better. To look out for each other. To stop judging and start helping. Thank you for reading & God bless you.

homeless | pt. 3 (the confession)

This is the face of #homelessness.

(My face. I’m talking about my face.)

My family and I have been officially “homeless” since March 4th.

Two dogs.
A disabled child.
Two adults.
Living in a Tiguan.

I’ve been posting about homelessness a lot lately because I’m living it.

I’ve met other homeless people, people that have been at it longer than us and still haven’t come out of it.

Because homelessness in the U.S. is a racket.

Once you’re there, it’s nearly impossible to get out.

This is not a post for pity. This is a post for awareness. A call to arms.

Because I want you to be angry like I’m angry. And I want you to be outraged like I’m outraged.

I have a job, I obey the law, I do what a good citizen is supposed to do and still — this is a nearly impossible mountain to climb.

And as bad as we’ve had it these past few weeks, there are those that have it worse than us.

We spend all our money on food and gasoline. Hotels are money drains. There’s a housing shortage. I haven’t showered in 17 days (sorry that’s gross but it’s true). I work by going to places with free wifi. I still put every bit of energy I’ve got into doing a good job and trying to be there for my family, too. (Gentle parenting while homeless is HARD.)

We sleep at places it’s free to park overnight. Gas is ridiculously high. We can burn through a tank a day just trying to get somewhere with wifi so I can work. I brush my teeth in public restrooms (and the stares I get let me know people are not brushing their teeth enough lol). Every day we’ve felt less and less human.

I have custody of a disabled child but we didn’t qualify for rental assistance, first time home buyer’s assistance, Section 8, etc. Public housing usually has a wait list of one to two years…and even then, it’s decided by LOTTERY.

I’ve experienced homelessness these past three weeks but more than that I’ve experienced the incredible isolation, loneliness, and shame that comes with it. (I’ll write more about that another time). I haven’t even reached out to my church family until now because I was so ashamed and afraid of what others would think.

But over and over I hear a tiny voice telling me to tell. Telling me to share.

Because I’m a writer. And that’s how I get through things. I write. That’s the gift God gave me. I write.

I do not believe God has abandoned my family. I believe he is moving and present in each and every moment. Now I know better how to help those who are homeless and advocate for them because I am living it.

When this is all over, I’m planning to start a charity for homeless individuals. I hope you’ll be part of it.



This article is adapted from a post I made on LinkedIn in mid-March. After posting about homelessness for a week, I just felt like God wanted me to come right out and spill the beans. The image of homelessness you have is likely not entirely true. I’m a young, educated, white woman with a job and a family — but I’m still homeless and so are they. Regardless of how a person ends up here or what their background is, all homeless people are still humans with valuable lives in need of helping.

I never posted to get sympathy — no, I wanted to light a fire under people to get them to do SOMETHING about homelessness. Because I don’t ever want anyone (even my worst enemy) to live like this. It’s so mentally exhausting and heartbreaking to be homeless. It’s expensive to be homeless. It’s unsafe to be homeless. It’s damaging to the environment to be homeless!

I hope that by reading my posts you’ll be inspired to tackle the systemic and local issues causing homelessness. I hope you’ll be emboldened to lend a hand to your neighbor and the homeless people in your area. I hope we’ll all stop being so jaded and cynical and just help each other out.

Thanks,

Jeryn

Ps.: Comment from the LinkedIn article posted below:


I’ve got no pride left, ya’ll. Am I embarrassed? sure! But this is important. If you want to really help homeless people, do stuff like this:

– Keep small amount gift cards on hand to give away for things like gas, McDonald’s, etc.
– If they’re okay with it, give them a hug
– Talk to them — without judgment
– Cold drinks and warm meals are EVERYTHING
– Pray for them. And with them. Seriously. Even in public.
– Petition your local legislators for more free wifi hotspots, public showers, public restrooms, etc.
– Keep “blessing bags” in your car. Pass them out when you’re driving around. Fill them with things like snacks, water, sanitary napkins, toilet paper, wet wipes, toothpaste/toothbrush, dog treats (if they have pets), etc. (if you want a full list, just ask, I’ll be happy to make one).
– Stop staring. We already feel too exposed.
– Donate to local shelters
– Petition for hot food-EBT acceptance
– Petition for affordable housing in your area — & STOP supporting platforms like AirBnB which saturate the market & make it impossible to find affordable housing
– the kindness of strangers is better than air when you’re homeless. please be kind.

homeless | pt. 2 (homelessness is sexist)

#homelessness is sexist.

Here’s why:

♂️ Men, in some ways, have it easier homeless. They’re able to use the bathroom pretty much anywhere, they are less likely to be sexually harassed, don’t have to worry about menstrual cycles, pregnancy… things like that.

♀️ Women, in some ways, have it easier homeless. People are more likely to give money to a woman because women are generally perceived as weaker, defenseless, and more to be pitied.

People are more likely to hand money or resources over to a woman than to a man.

To the man they say, “GET A JOB”. To the woman they say, “‘Oh, I’m sorry, hun.”

♀️ Homeless women have to worry not only about their daily needs and safety, but ADDITIONAL stress on top of that worrying about the threat of assault, being harassed, raped, accosted, etc.

♀️ Homeless women are prime targets for violent crime and abduction, and, like most crimes, women are more at risk than men.

♂️ Homeless men are also at risk of being assaulted, robbed, etc. But they’re more at risk of incarceration than women.

♂️ There are more homeless men than women, but men are less likely to be “sheltered” — that is, have a temporary place to stay such as a shelter — than women.

Homelessness is sexist toward both males and females.

If you care about feminism, you’ll do something about homelessness.

If you care about men’s health, you’ll do something about homelessness.

If you care about #equality, you’ll do something about homelessness. (1% of all homeless people are trans. Many of them are youth.)


Statistics found here: https://endhomelessness.org/demographic-data-project-gender-and-individual-homelessness

This post was originally published on my LinkedIn in mid-March. It was the second post I wrote about homelessness based on observations I’ve made while actually being homeless. The next post, which I’m labeling Part 3 on this platform, is where I announced publicly that my family and I, including my disabled child, are homeless.

I posted not to get a handout or to complain, but to raise awareness because now that I’ve lived it, I understand homelessness is something no human should ever have to experience. We can end homelessness in our lifetime. I hope in reading my posts and our family’s journey, you’ll be inspired to create change for the homeless people in your community, and on a grander scale, affect the systemic issues that cause homelessness in the U.S.

Thank you for reading,

Jeryn.

homeless | pt. 1

Originally posted mid-March. (Not sure of the exact date).

😒 Your body aching & bruised from sleeping in places & positions that God never intended bodies to sleep in

😒 Constantly being stressed & fearful…because in the U.S., this is something people get arrested for

😒 Spending the majority of the day looking for places to safely sleep, eat, access water, wifi, etc.

😒 The stress & complication it causes your body having to hold your bathroom functions for long periods of time

😒 Not being able to buy/store groceries or cook, so you live primarily on take out, which is expensive

😒 If you receive benefits like SNAP, the challenges of only being able to buy cold foods (which again, you have nowhere to store)

😒 Going weeks without showering because public/affordable showers don’t exist in the U.S. (& to buy a shower at a gas station costs $14 — no joke)

😒 Taking note of the best/safest gas stations, rest areas, stores, etc.

😒 Being extremely hot or extremely cold/exposed to elements

😒 Being aware of where you’ve been & if possible, changing outfits enough so people don’t notice

😒 Not having access to laundry services/paying a grip for coin laundry

😒 If you have a pet, taking it everywhere with you/constantly worrying about it/them being sent to the pound/ticket

😒 If you’re fortunate enough to have a vehicle, the struggle of trying to keep it & use it

😒 The daily driving pressure to keep moving & stay low key…the threat of bodily harm, theft

😒 Encountering phonies (& watching those scam artists make $ every day while you do things the honest way)

😒 Unloading whatever valuable things you have left to pay for necessities, including those precious to you

😒 If you have kids, the struggle of providing for their needs and keeping them as comfortable as possible; the constant internal fear they will be taken from you, even though you’re doing the best you can

😒 If you don’t have a phone, trying to navigate without GPS. Or do literally anything without a phone (you can’t get a line of credit, apply for a job or housing without a phone)

😒 Trying to diplomatically navigate conversation when people ask you how you are, or where you are, or what you’re up to

😒 Being rejected by family, friends, loved ones, partners, because you’re “unstable”

😒 The rigged system. Hotels are money drains. Housing is expensive. Housing shortage. It’s easier to get a job or home when you already have a home

😒 Crying. So. Many. Tears. Missing things like hot meals, hanging out with friends worry-free, sleeping in a real bed. Feeling less than human.

That’s just a small picture of what it’s like to be #homeless.

The world is designed on the assumption that people have housing.

I’ll post more about this topic soon, but for now, I’ll leave you with this:

Homeless people are some of the hardest working people on earth. We need to do better for them.

homeless | pt 6. (ashley)

The dance began between us.

She was in the Louisiana Welcome Center rest stop bathroom with three bags, primping in front of the mirror. At first, I thought she was one of *those* girls…you know, the pretty former cheerleader kind. The kind travelling with her family. The kind that would judge me for walking past her with my water bottle in need of filling & The Boy’s dirty bowl I needed to wash.

I scurried past her & tried to wait her out. But little did I know *she* was trying to wait *me* out.

This is the dance we #homeless women play. Dawdling around the restroom trying to be the last one there.

Finally I couldn’t wait anymore because I knew The Boy was hungry & couldn’t sleep until I’d made him oatmeal. So I tiptoed out of the stall I was hiding in to wash out his noodle bowl.

“My hair looks like s***,” she said.

“Ha. Well I’ve been walking around with some weird half-bun thing all day.”

We laughed.

When she saw me washing out his bowl that’s when she knew. I’m like her. I’m safe. That’s why she started talking to me.

She was a young woman, pretty, but her once-dyed hair was grown out, & there was a band of prominent, bright red rash about two inches wide encircling her mouth. I didn’t know what it was from. I didn’t want to know, & I tried not to look at it. I looked in her eyes.

We exchanged pleasantries about travel. She told me the guy she had come to Florida (or Nashville? Idr) to meet had abandoned her. Apparently that’s not the first ‘friend’ who’s done that. We talked about gas prices & Ukraine & she told me I’d find someplace soon. I told her I hope she gets where she’s trying to go.

I could hear her voice breaking as I walked away & we exchanged goodbyes. It occurred to me that I should’ve hugged her…should’ve told her about Jesus. Should’ve brought her snacks. But I didn’t. I didn’t know what to say.

In that exchange, neither of us admitted we were homeless. We just said “looking for a place to live” — this is a colorful play of words, because it’s not a lie.

I went back to the bathroom after The Boy fell asleep because I wanted to see if she was still there. Mom figured maybe she’d sleep there. (No need to have everything she owns with her if she’s got somewhere to store it).

I looked everywhere for her, including the rest area’s grounds, peeping behind trees & buildings hoping to see the shadow of her little frame. But she was gone. I assumed she hitched a ride with one of the truckers on the other side of the building. It wouldn’t have been safe for me to go knocking on doors.

We pray for her often. Mom thinks her name was April. I think it might’ve been Ashley. We both agree it’s an A name.
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Up until now, I’ve only posted about my family’s experience with #homelessness. Today I want to share some stories with you about other homeless people we’ve encountered. “Ashley” is just one example of a homeless woman out there completely exposed and living life alone. There are thousands of others like her.

Homeless women are at even greater risk of experiencing intimate partner violence, abduction, sexual assault, rape, murder, etc. The world sees homeless people as disposable. They’re not.

I don’t know if Ashley has a family out there looking for her or not. But I know that the incredible shame and loneliness that comes with homelessness must only be exacerbated by her being on her own. At least I have my family and pets with me. She has no one.

Please join us in praying for Ashley and women like her.

homeless | pt. 7 (bob)

His truck was parked nearby. He’d been there longer than us but still hadn’t left. We wondered, “is he like us?”

After about 12 hours I guess, Mom decided to take him some Pop-Tarts. “He must be hungry,” she said. “He’s been here longer than us & I haven’t seen him eat or drink anything.”

Another 6 hours, then another 6 went by.

Thankfully, we had a lot of snacks to tide us over. The Boy quickly grew tired of Uncrustables & potato chips. We were crying. Stressed. Arguing.

But there was the bald guy in the silver truck. All by himself. & he’d been there longer than us. At some point he left, & we were happy but jealous. At least he got to leave! We couldn’t.

A few hours later he came back.

The next day he caught my attention & motioned for me to come over to his vehicle. My momma didn’t raise no fool so I didn’t comply. He walks over.

At this point, I’m in full on momma-bear mode. Assessing, is this friend or foe?

“Excuse me,” he said. “Are you folks stuck…kinda like how I’m stuck?”

I nodded. Yeah we are.

“Are you in need of money?”

Um…I can see where this is going. “Well, yeah, kinda — but I get paid soon so we’re just waiting!!”

“The reason I ask is because there’s a plasma donation center nearby that pays you $200 for your first donation.”

So *that’s* where he went that day.

The next day we were running out of snacks & couldn’t hold out any longer. The baby needed things. We were getting hungry. So we found a pawn shop & sold off the Tiffany & Co. earrings my grandpa got my mom before he passed & the matching ring I bought her 3 Christmases ago.

$25. Gas & a pizza. When we got back, still there was the bald man.

The next day the pizza was gone & so was the gas. The Boy had been hungry all morning. I was having a breakdown. We were fighting. Mom was crying. I was going to locate the nearest police station, march in there, & ask for help. I knew that meant risking losing The Boy, but I couldn’t watch him starve. I decided to go against every non-obtrusive bone in my body & actually ask to be paid sooner. Email sent. Nerve-wracking. I had always been taught not to make demands at work bc you could lose your job. The thought of losing our only source of income was stressing me the crap out.

We drove into town looking for the police station, but there was a nagging voice in the back of my head that kept telling me to tell. So with all of us crying & sweaty, we stopped at a McDonald’s. Gas light on. We prayed for God to help our family.

I went inside to charge my laptop & write the post admitting we’re #homeless. Then I checked my email — to my relief, they were super supportive & paid me immediately. I was able to get us a hot meal, cold drinks, & fill up the gas tank.

The next day my notifs blew up with overwhelming support & love. Before we left town, I made sure to get the bald guy a gift card for food & gas. When we took it to him, I finally learned his name: Bob*.

Bob used to live nearby. He kept saying “we”, even though he was alone. I guess Bob had a family once, but doesn’t now. I didn’t ask why. He said he’d been there since January.

His phone had been cut off, but he was able to use the rest stop Wifi to talk to people via email. I think he was applying to jobs…but it’s hard to get a job without a phone.

We were able to get un-stuck. The man in the silver truck wasn’t. We were only there for 3 days. Bob has been there 3 months. & he’s probably still there now.

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Bob’s story is a familiar one here in the United States. There are SO MANY things that can lead to #homelessness.

Bob is just one of hundreds of thousands of people living out of his car or in public spaces. Bob needs help just as much as my family does. All those experiencing homelessness need support.

People are out here selling their bodily fluids to buy food. This is the United States of America. What the actual heck?! Why should anyone in “the greatest nation on earth” ever have to sell their plasma in order to eat?

Ps. I went to the plasma place. I was *going* to donate plasma. But the line was over an hour long and I couldn’t let the baby and dogs sit in the hot car that long. Plus there was a physical required which would’ve meant me lifting my shirt, and I’m not doing that. So. Yeah.