Whenever I tell people "I am homeless" the first thing that struck them is whether I am an orphan!
That attitude rather amuses me in that manner that "I see most people never yearned for a HOME out loud as they had never realized they need one!" Which implies they have been at home. And that's quite pleasant.
HOME is where you feel at home, isn't it!
Yes, I have parents. They are wonderful folk, love me and they do own a house. But it was just never a home for me. And I said never.
That's correct!
Perhaps I prevail as one selfish, ungrateful child, don't I!?
Well, tell you what pal, certainly not I assure you.
However, let us not dive into that for now.
Hence all my life, I have been yearning to own a place that is solely mine. So that even if I don't have a job or money at least I will have a roof on my head.
A peaceful space of my very own.
I will not have to worry about rent, bills, and all the charges even if I loose the source of income for a while!
And I have been yearning for it for such a long time that it has almost become like an elixir of my life. Sometimes I think, I am still alive because of this longing.
Requiem for a home! A moving one to be precise.
As you can infer, a Caravan car I am indicating. And every day, I am bearing with the reality survival game solely to have this taste of life.
I never liked extravagant lifestyles, rather nurture a keen temptation for classics. I inhabited amidst the best credible luxury and experimented with it. The conclusion is as anticipated. It is rather uncomfortable for me. An uneasy sensation lingered throughout the moment I am dwelling in luxury!
No fancy vehicles, no beautiful houses, or desire for jewelry, Prada, Gucci, or anything that corresponds to a certain degree of extravagance.
Or maybe I have?
Not to mention adopting a couple of stray dogs.
I wanted to make a beautiful home for my books as well. A dedicated corner of my apartment? With the shimmering lantern, attempting to provide medieval momentum!
Some indoor plants, intertwined with the small windows of the caravan.
And perhaps a tattoo I have craved for so much!
If you name is as extravagance, then perhaps yes I do have this one-time keenness to some extent!
Million dollar luxury for once in a life is absolutely fine I presume!
And if still there is anything left of that, I would just make it a passive income source as, I wish to wander around the world along with my home.
Home will be there where I park!
What can be more appealing and fantastic than this in this world?
I will trade anything and everything for a moving home. And I want nothing more.