It was my first night being homeless. I packed everything I could fit into my car and parked where I hoped I would be safe and wouldn’t get a ticket. Wrapped in a sleeping bag, I squeezed my legs between the two front seats in an attempt to spread out. My toes were able to fully extend but my knees and hips ached with rage as they “rested” at awkward angles.
As a young girl it had always been my dream to live out some great adventure on the road. Maybe visit all the national parks, travel down Route 66 or follow a jam band or two.
I had never planned on being homeless.