House-less NOT home-less

When someone asks me, "Where do you live?" I feel a familiar flicker of hesitation in my body—because, honestly, I don’t have a simple answer. Right now, I live where I am.

For the past two years, I’ve been house-less but never homeless. My true home is within me. A roof is always overhead—sometimes that of a friend, a cozy hotel, or an Airbnb. But walls don’t define me. I have chosen this life, embracing the path of a planetary Sadhvi—untethered, unbound, without a need to belong or a longing for belonging.

I embrace a newfound adaptability—an openness to the ever-changing flow of life, never quite knowing what awaits me. I shift with the rhythms of my friends, attune to their preferences, and surrender to the unfamiliar comfort of new mattresses, sheets, and pillows. In that fleeting moment when my head meets the pillow, the bed beneath me becomes mine, if only for now. And in that instant, I know I am exactly where I’m meant to be.