Living on tent street.

I'm still living in a tent as of today- July-12th. I've been in a tent since June 28th. I'm starting to get sick of it to tell you the truth. As you may know, tents don't come with running water, nor bathrooms. The first three days it rained day and night. We stayed in Weston for a week and 4 days before putting our tent at my mother in laws. Every hour we face new problems. No where to pee, stay, nor shower. We go hour by hour. As of this hour, I'm at the Library. I stay at Kevin's grandma's house in the morning. I pass time talking about houses, and old people with her. In the afternoon, I wonder over to my grandma's. I've had the pleasure of showering three times this week. My best homeless moment would have to be staying at an hotel for two nights. My worst homeless moment was finding out, I'm going to be homeless for another 6 months if I close on the house. The house I was going to close on didn't work out. The people will not get out, and I'm not buying a bouse I can't live in. If I close, I'll be in court for months fighting white trash. I'm taking my money elsewhere, and I'm looking for a new house. I should have a house by the end of the summer. Until then, tonight I'll sleep in my tent, shower when and where I can, and pee in a bucket.