Yesterday morning we woke up early to move the van as Reg has to be in work by 9am. At that time in the morning though, the other vans have yet to move and so there was no space for us on the seafront where we had parked before. So we had to park on a residential road. It was not ideal. I sat in the van working on my laptop, hearing the strange noises of people shuffling by, babies crying, cars humming. I felt like a spy. People were oblivious to me but I heard their every whisper. It is not like living by the sea.
In the afternoon I went to work for the first time since being truly homeless. I stayed at work for twenty four hours because that is part of the job of a support worker (I do get to sleep in-between). When I left this afternoon it felt strange. Normally when I leave work I am in a hurry to get home. But now I have no home. I thought it would feel strange sitting in a van by the side of the road alone. So I went to the library to charge up my laptop and use the toilets.
But when I got to the van, life felt wonderful. Reg had moved it back to the seafront amongst the other vans so we blend in a bit. We ate food from the deli for dinner then went for a walk along the beach. It is on our doorstep and everyone seems happy in the sun. Life is good.
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