Month: May 2017

I have come to the conclusion I will rent forever, but bring me poached eggs, not pity – I’m good. Do you know which expression turns me into ‘old man shaking fist at cloud’ most rapidly? “Just buy an investment property, get your foot in the door” Maybe I don’t want to jam my impoverished foot into “the door” for the sake of overextending myself financially to secure a depressing apartment for the imaginary tenants who will miraculously want to live in aforementioned dump. And for the love of all…

At first glance, the rows of tents look quaint, they conjure images of early settlers’ life in a new country – but there is nothing nostalgic or poetic about being homeless. A tent isn’t good enough for a person, and it’s certainly not good enough for a family. For too many people, though, a tent is home. In the middle of one of the most affluent pockets of the world, I found this little tent village, and I learned about the people inside. Oliver doesn’t have a surname. He doesn’t have a lot…