I am writing a daily blog about my family and I being homeless to try and process my emotions about this and take the lessons from it. If I help someone along the way, then I will be very happy.
It’s been a busy day today. I slept badly again last night because my son did and he disturbed my sleep. It’s not his fault, he was thirsty and scared to go to the kitchen in a place he doesn’t know very well. I did find myself catnapping a few times today and didn’t wake up until late for me. But it has been a busy day.
I spend the first few hours of being awake writing usually, which is what I did today. Then my son and I went for a walk and to the local shop. We chatted about the social structures in the medieval period and what leadership looked like then compared to now. As always, my son amazed me with his insight and thought processes – he declared he didn’t want to be a king because it was a precarious position. He proceeded to describe to me a perfect leadership model which left me telling him that he would make an ideal king and leader generally. He just understands it innately, and I was totally blown away by him.
After our walk, we went through his home schooling and then I spent some time with our friend and my husband who works from home in the afternoon. I went to visit my parents, helping my mum look after my step-dad while she spent some time with my son. My step-father still isn’t 100% after his sepsis and so I helped him with some things before we left to return to the pub where we are living currently – I don’t think I’ve mentioned that. We are living above a pub which is a really interesting experience.
Our friend has been poorly with the cold that is doing the rounds currently and had also apparently had a bad night’s sleep so he went to bed early, leaving me and my husband in charge. I haven’t pulled a pint in years, but I managed it after a couple of trials and errors. It was fun, but I was glad when we were able to close early for the night so I could make us some dinner and settle down in front of the TV.
It has all been very mundane, except one thing that happened. I found £5 on the floor this morning. I had walked past the place I had found it a couple of times already, and the final time it was just there. Lying on the floor. It goes with the £1 coin I found the other day which just fell on the floor in front of me. I know it sounds impossible, but I swear it’s true. If that isn’t a sign that everything is going to be fine financially, I don’t know what is. Because I know that £5 hadn’t been there when I first walked past this morning. Or the second time. But it was there on the third. The universe provided a sign.
Because I am soaring. I am thriving. I am successful. I am grateful.
Louisa Simpson 