The Importance Of Being Homelessness

Growing up in a small town in Northwest Iowa it’s a little awkward when people figure out that your homeless. With the events that happened leading up to me becoming not in control, all I could do was enjoy the ride and see where it took my family. My opinion never really mattered but, the way things were looking was something that concerned me. Being homeless was an experience that I will never forget and will always look back at. The summer of my sixth grade year, my family decided we need to make a change. This change was supposed to be a good change. The reason my parents wanted to go through a little change was because my parents felt like we had not gone on very many vacations. My dad loves to get away from Northwest Iowa any time that he can,

With one month to decide where we could live, we figured out that there was not very much time. With the deadline of move out day approaching quickly, my family made the decision of buying a camper to live in until we could find a house or even a rental house. You would think that we would get this really nice camper to live in, but instead we bought a 26-foot Dutchman camper. My family decided to put the camper in the back yard of my grandparents’ house. This is where the homeless part comes into play. According to the school if we don’t live on the property that is owned by our parent or guardian we are considered homeless. Fast forward about three weeks, we were moved out of our house and living in the back yard of my grandparents’ house in a camper. Everything was going pretty good until one Saturday we receive a phone call that my brother, Cody, had been in an awful car accident. With Cody breaking his right foot, his left arm, and receiving a terrible concussion, our family was left in a tough situation. Long story short, my brother moved into my grandparents’ house with my mom, to help take care of