The Nomad

I remember couch surfing for over a year. It is better than being left out in the cold When you are sick and in poor health And the disability system is unhelpful. It wasn’t as terrible as it seems. I was never lonely and was able to meet A lot of interesting people And had plenty of free time to do what I wanted. I never really knew where I was Going to stay on any given week Which was a cause for anxiety But the people I stayed with Were largely kind and nice Letting me sleep in their house When I had nothing to offer them. I was able to entertain myself By playing video games And drinking Mad Dog alcohol Two cheap forms of recreation. When my housemates got home We would get smashed on booze And then I would wake up not remembering Much of what happened the previous day. After my health improved, I was able To abandon this nomadic and unhealthy lifestyle. Eventually I gave up the booze and drugs and Was able to hold down a job And have a steady place to stay. That year I spent couch surfing Made me realize how easy it is To end up without direction or purpose. Afterwards I never took Housing, money, family and health For granted again.