The Happiest Homeless Girl In The World 世上最幸福的无家可归女孩

Recently, to my joy, I was once again warmly reminded on how abundant I am. (Another) angel of a friend offered me her home to stay. My humble studio apartment was usually non-conducive to a good night’s sleep due to loud and inconsiderate neighbours, noise from 24-hour operated construction sites and a nightclub nearby, not to mention passing heavy vehicles that shakes and rattles the whole room while I desperately try to sleep.

Hence I have started my quest to look for a new (and quiet) nest. Upon learning this, she simply invited me to stay at her place without any obligation. I was surprised, elated and so grateful at her generousity and kindness towards me.

Coincidentally, my friend needed to be away for a few months during this time; she was hoping to find someone to stay and take care of her place during her absence. She empathized with my situation and urged me to enjoy her space without any pressure or obligation. While I am there, naturally I will be more than happy to help take care of the house, water the plants, pay the bills and check that everything is in working order. I imagine I will be a good houseguest and ‘caretaker’ even before visiting her cozy home. 

Inside my happy and contended heart, I was so excited to enjoy some good, cozy, quiet evenings and quality sleep soon. I stopped myself from sharing something I discovered to my friend: scientific research has shown that the average adult human can survive without food for 72 to 120 days, without water for 24 hours, and the possibility of death is quite high when one goes without sleep for a maximum of 48 hours! Obviously, a good sleep is very important as our body (plus mind and soul) heals and restores itself during restful sleep.

This is indeed kismet, another wonderful example of how things are just meant to be. When the time and place is right, things will fall into place naturally. Hence there is no need to always be in the driving seat trying to control everything perfectly; in fact the more allowing and accepting we are towards what is in the moment, the more powerful and not to mention the happier we become. 

Subsequently, this happy incident reminded me of the period in my life when I defined myself as “The Happiest Homeless Girl In The World”. The location was Hua Hin, a small resort town about 2.5 hours south from Bangkok, Thailand. This is the quiet, charming sleepy little town the King of Thailand chose to base his holiday home. I stayed at 10 different places in the course of two months, averaging about staying at a different home for roughly 6 days. Sometimes I have the luxury of having the place all to myself if my friend(s) happened to be traveling, sometimes I would stay at the guest room with my host(s). Each home was as different as the last, but the experiences were all equally, uniquely wonderful and rewarding.

Even though I had no place to call my own, I was so overwhelmed by the warm welcome from so many friends who opened their homes to me – happily, willingly, generously and unconditionally. With friends like angels sent from the heavens, how could I not be happy and contended indeed? To this day, this gratitude of deep love and appreciation continues to warm my heart in every way, and I know it will continue to do for as long as I live.

Part of the reason of my happiness was probably also due to the fact that I felt so free. Before becoming homeless I was sharing a house with a couple of friends. Apart from being a bit rundown, worse still was the fact that the house reeked of dark, heavy and depressing energy. Having almost no sunlight and ventilation indoors also didn’t help, plus the mosquitos would be waiting eagerly at the mercy of any human beings that is around once the evening approaches. My friend who was an older bubbly English woman was the only source of cheerfulness in that pitiful space. When she left to return to England, the tiniest trace of positive energy was never to be found in this house again. Soon her cat got depressed, and then her ex-boyfriend got really depressed too. All he did was lie around the house, daydreaming or just doing absolutely nothing all day and night. The space sucked every drop of life out of me, and I felt so badly drained by the suffocating air of the house. 

To make matters worse, later on I had to learn in the most painful way that this so-called friend (let’s name him C) did not give my share of the rent to the landlord. Obviously C took my share of the rent, kept it inside his own pocket while he too left to return to England. Imagine my horror and dismay when the landlord demanded much more rent than I was ready to pay up, especially when I was in more challenging times back then. Making a huge fuss and playing up the scene, he threatened to call the police as he didn’t believe my story, calling me a liar, thief and god knows what else the Thais address terrible people.

Thankfully, my angel during that time came in the form of an American who has more Spanish blood flowing in him than American. He was a foreigner that spoke good Thai after living and working here for a long time, plus he has mastered the art of dealing with the locals. And so he came to my rescue and managed to calm, charm and persuade the landlord to negotiate a reasonable solution. Coincidentally, this landlord happened to speak a bit of Italian due to his previous work experience and my American/Spanish friend also conveniently happened to speak some Italian too. Hence I found myself heaving huge sighs of relief when I saw them chatting and laughing as they playfully switched between Thai and Italian. In the end I still had to pay more than what was originally intended, but at least it wasn’t as absurd as what the angry landlord demanded in the first place.

Eventually, I sold, threw away, gave away most of my belongings. It was a huge, heavy burden lifted off my shoulders when I was finally left that horrible house for good. Thank god I still had some life in me by the time I left. It was as if I was reborn – I was free at last! Freedom is priceless indeed. It is the most precious thing. It is pure joy. From hereafter I started to receive and accept invitations from friends to stay with them until I settle down on a place of my own again.

In the mornings, I would leave home carrying a monstrous weight on my backpack complete with my heavy laptop then (now an almost obsolete dinosaur in the digital world) and a full day’s survival kit that included water, snacks, towel, change of clothes and even toiletries. Always wearing my trusty helmet, sunglasses, flip-flops or sandals, a tank top and shorts, sometimes I would cycle almost eight kilometres into town. I could be cycling all day depending on the day’s agenda, hence becoming increasingly brown and needing showers or freshening up very, very frequently. Surprisingly though, the heat and humidity did not fatigue me at all; in fact I feel very energized and alive, although sometimes my shoulders and back strongly demanded some good, therapeutic massage and release.

Trying to avoid a pack of angry, barking stray dogs chasing at my tail while riding downhill was much more stressful and sometimes even dangerous. Another not so welcomed element to my daily riding adventures would be the insane traffic along the main roads. Being a small town, Hua Hin is made out of several main roads that stretches on to connect with nearby towns, especially major cities like Bangkok via high ways. It is always a test of courage and persistence whenever one tries to navigate their way while on these main roads and high ways. Heavy vehicle drivers that often behave like road bullies with large and loud motor machines also contribute to further complications. Needless to say, maintaining one’s ability to always keep cool (physically and mentally) is an understatement. Staying extremely alert and present is also crucial if one’s life is much valued. Naturally, anyone who is searching for an adrenalin rush won’t have to look any further than on the streets here.

A few years later, I found myself reminiscing these happy homeless days memories. I was working as a Private Yoga Therapist, Energy Healer and Counselor for a very nice European lady. One fine evening, she invited me out for dinner at a very posh restaurant in the heart of Moscow and asked quizzically, “You seem to move around a lot, so where exactly is your home?” After hearing my explanation, she then exclaimed, “So now you become the girl who travel around the world in two big suitcases!” “Yes I am indeed!” I replied. We both laughed heartily together and toasted to a great life.

True to what most people say, I do indeed live a very colourful, great life, despite its ups, downs, challenges and uncertainties at times. No matter how my life enfolds, boring is never ever the quality it takes on. Regardless of whatever happens, I will continue to take it all in my stride in the best way I know how and hopefully grow a bit wiser (and perhaps even happier) in the colourful, eventful and exciting adventures that lies ahead.

I do genuinely feel that by being humble and grateful of every single aspect in one’s life, life suddenly becomes (much more) beautiful. Life goes on, it always does; and life can be beautiful, life is beautiful.

all words & images remain the copyright of Shantih Shala Holistic Arts

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One Response to “The Happiest Homeless Girl In The World 世上最幸福的无家可归女孩”
  1. Wayne says:

    i can’t imaging how you have to go through what you went through but in the same time it is great experiance most of the people didn’t get experiance. for me, this is the best article from you so far, it is so real.. Thanks for Sharing your experiance.

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