Well, yesterday I did something that I think most people who know me are a little concerned about.  I moved out of my apartment, put all of my stuff into storage and am now homeless.  Yes, that’s right – I have no place to live.  This is, of course, a temporary problem: it is the interim phase of the New Phase of my life: namely a hopeful home buyer or at minimum, a solo apartment dweller.

Aside from my parents and grandparents, and aside from living with my Uncle Ben for a few years, (okay, which I admit the times that I was not living with my parents/grandparents/uncle are, granted, 2 out of the first 34 years of my life), I have always lived alone.  When I moved into my apartment in Waukegan 6 years ago, I opted to have a roommate because I was working in a job that made considerably less money and I was in grad school.  I’m still in grad school but I am now in a job that can afford both: single living and grad school.  And so I am choosing this.

Now that I’ve been homeless for 24 hours – I have to say that coordinating my sleeping space is going to be somewhat of a challenge.  I’ve got the first 2-3 weeks covered.  After that, well, I don’t know. 

Stay tuned to what I am calling: The Temporary Hobo Experiment.