To Be Homeless

It's an interesting thing, starting from scratch. A clean slate isn't always what its cracked up to be. Because a true clean slate means you start with nothing. No home. No cash. No relationships. No help. Luckily for me, that's not quite the case. Though I have no home, a small mountain of debt, and not much help. I still have my relationships.
Friendships are the essence of happiness. And my friends take care of me. I've spent the last few weeks couch surfing, bumming around, hanging out, and trying to figure out a place to live for when I move back up here to Utah. And though I don't have much to show for my endeavors the last few weeks, I've been happier than I been in months.
We all have or annoying quirks. We all have things that bother the others. But when it comes down to it, we always have each others backs. We keep a running tab. We give each other rides. We help because we've been helped. We're happy because we are a home away from home.
I know this has all been sounded before from a thousand different voices, but today it needs to come from mine.
I have a lot ahead of me. There are massive changes on the horizon. I feel them coming. The thing is... People, interests and influences come and go. They are like the tide that wash away lines in the sand. But true friends are rocks. They don't move. They are there when you need them and there when you don't.
So, even though I'm homeless and without much hope at the moment. I'm content. I don't need much.
I get by with a little help from my friends.