I made the rounds today and made connections on properties and bank possibilities.
Frankly, I don't care for it.
Not being homeless to me is largely about have a place to settle and relax. Once again, I'm not settled and it's hard to relax.
I've talked to folks about owning and received great advice, despite my lack of knowledge about these issues. I've been an owner of four houses but my then wife, smarter than me, generally handled the details. I was only there for my looks.
On the second prong of what happens next, I asked people about rentable properties and the answer in Hayward is always this: You're shit out of luck.
But I actually have a couple leads.
I also talked to my kid who is now out in Hollywood working in a production company. While she interns during the day, she's also working on an original screenplay, "My Loser Dad." I hope it's fictional. Danny Devito is up for the loser dad role. I'm not taking that personally.
In my new crisis, I try to keep in mind Buddhist principles. Want is the base of pain. Not wanting relieves us from pain.
Yet, goddamnit, I just once some solace. Some peace. A little bit of relaxation for a while before the next wave hits.
I've received many heartening notes and messages from friends, thank you. They give me solace.
Peace and a home unto all of you my brothers and sisters.