Amish Nomad

For the past month I have been living like an Amish nomad. With my parents' house on the market, my family is cutting clutter and cutting costs. As a result, our worldly possessions are boxed and stacked in the garage, many items that are still very much used. Posts and pans are packed away along with the toaster and various sweatshirts.  In addition to kitchen appliances and cold weather gear, I am also living without modern conveniences. No television, no internet, and an illusion of air conditioning. What is the point of having AC if it is set for the same temperature inside as outside?

Usually, I would not mind these sacrifices. I am a minimalist by nature. Less is more. But, my crankiness is heightened because I am homeless. I work over forty hours a week, I coach at night, and by the time I am ready to crash in my bed, Dick, Jane, and Spot want to stop in for a viewing. This leaves me to drive around the neighborhoods for an hour, or bum on a friend's couch until I receive the "all clear." Even when I am able to retire at my house, it doesn't feel right. With all the pictures and murals stripped from the walls, I feel like I am in a museum, not a home. My voice echos off the walls. It is not natural. This is not a life.