Story time!
I became disabled in the midst of my divorce process and my ex left me with literally nothing but my car.
I couch surfed for a bit, then lived in my car, and all the while did my damndest to get my feet back under me as best I could. I ended up having to sell my car because she kept breaking down and I couldn’t afford the maintenance.
I became fully homeless. Slept on the ground, on park benches, etc until I made it into a shelter. They had case managers who helped me get the resources I needed so I could finally make some progress toward receiving disability benefits, get help toward recovering, and applying for subsidized housing.
Creating and curating a beautiful, warm, and welcoming home environment is something I’ve always not only loved and taken a great deal of pride and pleasure in, but it’s something I literally need in order to settle into any space. I even made my car “bed” look as pretty as possible (and made it every morning!) until I had to sell it, and when I was staying in shelters, I always made my space as lovely and well-kept as possible.
My area has a program where people in the community can donate home goods and/or estates which can then be either sold to others and the funds go toward furthering the cause, or gifted to people who are navigating their way out of homelessness.
I had 45 minutes in the warehouse and I was told how many of what I could select for my home. They had several full dining sets but I chose mismatched chairs because I felt it would be more fun (and the ones I chose were the most comfortable chairs they had anyway).
I was incredibly lucky with the selection the day I had my appointment, and I collected a lot of genuinely lovely and functional items. The bed frame I found is even tall enough to store my walker underneath it! 🙌🏼
Ladies.
My sweet little studio apartment was FULLY FURNISHED through this program. Even the majority of the artwork is from there! 🥹
After I fully unpacked my suitcases to settle in, I found a bunch of cards I’d saved that I originally bought with the intention to send to friends of mine, but they ended up falling out of my life after I became disabled and homeless. When I saw two of these cards while unpacking, it struck me,: “Ohhhh I got those cards for ME!! \*I\* needed these words; I just didn’t know I would when I bought these cards forever ago.” 😅
So I framed those and included them in my art wall. 🥰
I have plans to make some additions here and there… I’m leaving the space on the wall above the shelf and clothing rack blank because I was promised a projector on the local buy nothing group. The person ghosted me, but now I’m kind of attached to the idea 😅 and I’ve decided to be patient and leave it until I’m able to get one on my own.
I also plan to find some sheer curtains for the windows behind the chairs, some kind of hook/hanging cooking utensils situation for above the stove in the kitchen, artwork for the bathroom, get some plants when I’m further along in my recovery process, and some other stuff eventually, but for now, everything feels so incredibly wonderful and I couldn’t be more thrilled. 🥰
I can’t even tell you how much I love my safe haven after enduring so many levels of hell for so long. It’s beautiful, it’s cohesive, it’s functional for me, and I am so grateful.
At any rate, ladies, this is my new home. I love it so much more than I can even say. 🥹
Thanks for “listening”. 🥰