Before I begin this post, I’d like to take a moment to talk about the tenor of my last post. Yes, I have experienced “some pretty crazy shit” over the past several months. However, I’m doing well. The reason I posted that was to (a) give people an update on what has been going on in my life; (b) let readers know that, despite advances in psychiatry and psychology, I still do have schizophrenia and most likely will for the remainder of my life; and (c) let you all know that I am doing well (despite appearances to the contrary).
Now on to this post, “Home Sweet Home”. The name of the shelter where I am staying is aptly named “Home Sweet Home Mission”. It is by far the nicest, cleanest, and safest shelter I have ever had the pleasure of residing in. The staff (and many of the residents) are friendly and respectful. “Cleaning Day” is every day. And, strict rules keep this mission free from serious altercations.
Friendly and respectful. Each morning, when I go to the front desk to take my meds, I am almost always greeted with a smiling face. Most of the staff even refer to me as “sir,” which is nice but not necessary. As we get to know each other better, I hope that they will use my first name. But, if not, oh well.
The residents are, by comparison to other places I’ve been, fairly respectful (which is definitely a step up from what I am used to). There do seem to be power struggles which are to be expected. Racial tension is mild to moderate and not exclusive to one race or another. Overall, I enjoy talking with just about everyone, and I make a conscious effort to do so.
Clean. The place is clean. From the toilets to the tubs, from the kitchen to the cabinets, and from the floors to the flowers, this place is pretty darn clean. While not everything gets cleaned every day, there is cleaning that goes on every day.
Strict rules. Did not bring my “Rules” sheet with me to the library, so I’ll have to wait on this one. Will try to get back to you in a timely manner. Let’s just say, people get kicked out if the rules are not followed. In the one week I have been here, I have witnessed two people get their walking orders (one of my roommates just last night) and have heard of two more getting the same. No nonsense. And, with all of us in one complex, that’s necessary.
I will devote more space to “Home Sweet Home Mission” in future posts, including why I believe I need to be there in order to thrive (yes, I said “thrive”). This was simply a “get-to-know-the-place” orientation.
As of May 04, 2011, that’s my world. I hope yours is equally as wonderful.
Hope to hear from you! 🙂
Take care and best wishes…
Poem: “This isn’t a haiku”
This isn’t a haiku
Five, seven, five syllables
‘kay, it’s a haiku