Where Am I?

Anxious, itchy, antsy. Legs on the verge of collapse, mind on the brink of rage. Let's go. What's next? Why are we waiting around? I want to get out of here!

Have you ever felt like you can't wait to get to a destination, then upon arrival, you count the seconds until you're on your way back home? All the juicy goodness of the event is sucked dry by the unexplained magnetic pull of your humble abode.

Well, that never happens when you're HOMELESS!! One of the greatest unforeseen fringe benefits of living in a car is a state of mind I like to call MMT, or "Meandering Migrant Theory." It can be summarized by one phrase I often repeat to friends when we're out and about, "Wherever I am, I am." That's it. Too simple? No, it's groundbreaking if you stop to think about it. In practice, MMT is a release from all the thoughts that rack our brains when we're trying to enjoy our time away from home. I might not even know my conscious is battling a slew of comparisons and creating defense responses to that "magnetic pull" I spoke of earlier. In fact, I might be thinking that the beach is too hot, the coffee shop is crowded, or my friend's house wreaks. In comparison to my former sultry shelter, these things may all be true. However, if I take a step back and think about it, what does it matter? I am where I am and I'm experiencing life in that place with all of it's goods and bads. I'm far more relaxed than I've ever been. In truth, I can say that my time spent out is monster-high quality. Am I making sense at all? It's such a hard concept to explain, but at the same time I feel that a lot of people have already attained this state of mind. It took being homeless to get the wheels rolling for me. I couldn't have predicted that.