Temporary accommodation (TA) vis-a-vis homelessness was for me a welcome respite from the oh so thorny tribulations of the wilderness that is street life.   

Many have documented the dire consequences and ill effects of TA  that are continually experienced by a significant tranche of humanity, all over the world. Shall we talk about the multiple refugee camps“temporarily” put up in many parts of our world? Perhaps not today.  

Regurgitating about my situation here would be but a mousey squeak to the roars from significant leaders in the homelessness universe.  At the risk of appearing facetious by highlighting my worldview, Dalai Lama XIV Tenzin Gyatso, to me the Original Homeless Guy, has been my internal subconscious mentor, offering me support during my time of displacement onto streets from my stable home. 

Personally my experience of TA, was of a world difficult to access, It’s wildness pummeled me, not so much mentally, as spiritually, punishing me, depressing the natural bonvivantness of my life, my joie de vivre generally. 

 I changed physically, losing body mass and muscle tone,. Some health issues raised their ugliness to me, but thankfully I received encouraging reassurances from medical professionals. My perceived stoicism and perhaps my genetic heritage kicked in to protect me.

 My gratitude goes to the Overlords of the Cosmos for keeping me relatively healthy,  healthier perhaps than other fellow humans on the streets, of whom I saw many – unfortunately still do, more than a decade later. I do wish to speak more about deeper inherent issues of Temporary Accommodation. Perhaps I shall get another pass at it. Much like a space probe getting a gravity assist around a planet on its journey to far off destinations in deep space.