The Hard Requirements of “Home” Life

By: Kaye Webb (View Profile)

When I was a graduate student at the University of Iowa, I frequently used their wonderful public bus system to get to campus from my west-side apartment. On occasion, I would see the same homeless man riding the bus with me, particularly in the bitter months of winter. He often struck up conversation with the driver, and at times with other passengers on the bus. He was thoughtful and articulate, clearly well educated and interesting, nothing like the image I had in my head of what homelessness acted or sounded like.

My most vivid memory of an experience with a homeless person was when I was sixteen, on my first trip to New York City with my mother. I remember distinctly walking alongside the Stock Exchange building and stepping over the frail, outstretched legs of a woman sitting on the concrete sidewalk with her back against the wall. She looked filthy and much older than she really was. She didn’t say a word, and had a shallow cardboard box sitting on her lap with a few dollars and coins in it.

After passing her, I asked my mother to give me a few dollars to give to the woman. I returned to her, and just as I was leaning over to drop the money in her box, she pulled out a cigarette and lit it. I held on to the money, retracted my hand, and walked back to my mother, confused.

In my adult life, I have come to think about homelessness in a different way. There are days when I’m trying to manage motherhood, wifehood, bills, work, appointments, and household maintenance that I just want to drop out of this life for a while. I daydream of being magically teleported to an all-inclusive, mostly vacant, resort on Fiji, without a single responsibility. There, I could just live.

It’s no longer hard for me to imagine that for some people, this life is just too much. We’re practically born with responsibility, and before we know it, we are required to have a car inspection, pay our taxes on time, show up to work at eight o’clock almost every day, and do a myriad of other jobs that just living and having a home require.

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posted: 07.19.2007
Beverly Murrelle
"I often wonder if the homeless man on the bus in Iowa City would have had a better life in Koular." Like you, I've wondered about circumstances of which you speak. Sometimes I'm actually wondering if WE all would have a better life. Not really. But think about it. People have to pull together to survive. They all join forces. We are going out on our own more and more as individuals, not having time for each other. This is an eyeopener, an incredibly good write, and a motivator for reading more of your articles. Thanks for printing it.
posted: 06.13.2007
Lesley Nicholls
What a great piece! It was a pleasure to read, and it gave me a lot to think about.
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