Vagrant. Vagabond.

 i wish they didnt hold such negative connotation.
 going from "normal" living conditions for 7 years to a more "free" living situation is actually a lot of work. part of the vagabond def is such= "having an uncertain or irregular course or direction."
yes. thats it.
if i knew what was going to turn up; if i knew for sure that a nice rent house was going to be in my near future, i mightve kept more of my things [maybe].
if i knew that God was somehow prepping me for moving, say, at least out of texas...i wouldve gotten rid of more things. if i knew children would be in my near future, i wouldve kept more of the childrens' books i had collected.  as it is, last i knew they were sitting outside of a container for the Medina Childrens' Home.

my bed is definitely leaving this weekend, to be of better use to a cuban family. yes, better use. i think  more than one person in a bed is "better use." besides, it was given me. i can just pass it along! my table and bookshelf were given as well. so they are going to be given again. there are some other pieces of furniture that im unsure about. this is the place where it would be most helpful for God to kinda let me know what the situation will be- i mean, i really love that all-wood, hand -carved end table! if im going to be living here for a while, id like to go ahead and keep it.  its these types of thoughts that are making packing stressful.
BEAUTIFUL friends have offered their homes and space in their homes for me and my junk. it overwhelms me with love. having to take someone up on their offer- well, lest just say i wasnt fully aware of my aversion to asking for help, of really being needy in certain lights.
theres something about not having a place to live lined up....sounds irresponsible. sounds silly.
co-workers and friends will slap the label 'homeless' on me faster than anything. i like the "v" words better. because, i have a home. i have a place of rest. its in my church family, its in my soul, with the Lord being with me. im not homeless. im houseless. or at least i will be. it doesnt feel like a huge deal.  im waiting for it to hit.part of me wants the waiting to take a long time, and [heh! well, "long time" translates to about 2 mo and more] it actually shocks me when i think that we could find something in a week or 2. that the roommate situation could be resolved tomorrow. kinda makes me sad.
a client of my dads has offered to take in my cats [into her backyard] and also offered me a room for free, if and whenever needed. God bless her.