purposely disspossessed

The choice was- throw away half of my pay check on a cookie cutter studio that encouraged my sadness, or creatively live freely and increase my productivity therefore decreasing possible sadness time. And funny that some have thought this is a crazy idea, but when put simply it just makes sense.
A home truly allows for too much inner disappointment. If misery breed inspiration, and that is what you're looking for...stay cooped up in your house. Minds get too deep indoors.
So I did it. I can't say I would do it alone- luckily I have my trusty monkey boy to help out, and I'm also surrounded by many useful facilities that accommodate my homelessness, but i suppose it is worth it because I am only just now writing a another blog post that I originally intended to be used to keep me positive and happy. Ironically, being homeless has done that for me- blog or no blog.
A quick look through my previous posts and I realized this is what I was looking for all along- to appreciate the basics. And thanks to Michelle for taking a random picture of a stair with an "Enjoy Life" stenciled on it, which I keep now in front of the speedometer of my truck (I don't feel the need to speed much.)
I miss a kitchen with all my "neccesities" but I'm not worried about it. We'll be in a place soon enough but I believe things will be different now that I have experienced living simply.