It is interesting how we humans are creatures of habit. I find that even though I do not have a fixed address, I have a few places that I claim as my own.
I have my usual place that I park at when at work. I have another place by a grassy hill that I park at, in the evening and night. I have a little place that I park at when doing my grocery shopping and checking my mail. I have yet another spot that I park at when I am doing my banking, and yes a specific branch that I use.
All of these places seem like mine, yet intellectually I know that I have no claim to them as either they are public streets or on private property (shopping centres). Yet as long as I am able to park in each of “my” spots when I want to, I am happy, as I am “home.”
One could argue that this is just my way of compensating for my lack of a fixed address home, but I think there is more to it than that. Think about it for a moment, don’t you have your own spots scattered around your world that are “yours?”
That place at work?
That place at home?
That place at the shopping centre?
That place at the park?
Don’t you get upset when someone is in your spot?
We draw comfort from routine and having a small piece of dirt that is ours waiting for us when we want it. I get mad and shout a bit and then move on to find another spot to park. I am acutely aware that I have no rights to be anywhere. After all I am a drifter by the nature of my current lifestyle.
I just move on and find somewhere else to park, as there is always somewhere else to park. I will, as always, be fine, as I am a survivor. While I may not have a particular piece of the world that is my own, I can enjoy all of it, after all, wherever I go, I am home; I draw comfort in that.
As always: Keep your head up, your attitude positive, and keep moving forward!