If you’ve paid any attention to my work over the last years, have a Facebook account or pay any attention to media then you probably know that we’ve got a serious problem of food waste in the United States and around the world. I’ve dived into 1,000’s of dumpsters across America to show just how much perfectly good food is going to waste. My TEDx talk will catch you up on the issue from how much we’re wasting, to why it matters, and the solutions.
When traveling without money I hear a few basic questions every day and one of them is, “where do you sleep?” Traveling without money is certainly not for everyone but this blog is simply a guide on how you can travel your country or the world without spending a penny on lodging. Or if not to that extreme than at least drastically reducing the amount of money you spend on lodging. All of my suggestions in this blog come from a fair amount of experience. I’ve embarked on four long distance adventures without a penny and traveled on a shoestring budget over the last decade through six continents and 35 countries. Some of these suggestions may be for you, others may not, so my advice is to take what you’d like from this guide and turn it into action, whether it be in your own city or in a far off land.
I’m auctioning my tiny home and 100% of the proceeds will be donated to build tiny homes for the homeless.
January 29th is my one year anniversary of living off the grid in this tiny home. It has been an incredible experience but in my quest to live simply giving away my home is the next step. I will now travel my country and the world, lending my hands to bring strength and courage to those in need (more on this here). I will not have a physical home for the time being but by embracing the earth as my home, I believe that I will never be homeless. Lately I’ve become more aware of the vast wealth gap, where a small percentage of people hold so much money while others have so little. I am not rich in financial wealth but there are many people with less than I, living on the streets of the USA, and I know that they could use the comforts and security of a home much more than I.
Inspiration and information was flowing through me so feverishly this afternoon that I felt it was best for me to come home and spend the day writing. Thus, I am off the streets and back in the safety of my home. Reflecting back on the week, it was quite possibly the most mind altering week of my life and I will certainly never be the same. A full write-up will be shared in the next few days.
Here is a long detailed journal of my last few days on the streets. Sending love!
12/25 Day 1
I left the house at around 4:00 with just a few hours left in the day. I had meant to leave much earlier to give myself time to adjust before night fell but I was late as usual. I wandered through my neighborhood on my way out and passed multiple friends along the way. It was nice to be with friends and I found myself wondering why I was heading outside my comfort zone when I could be having a joyous time amongst my friends who love me. I continued on anyway and, as the sun set on the ocean horizon, I turned my back to the west and strolled east along the San Diego river. With the sun went the heat and the night grew cold quickly. I walked for a few miles along the river checking out a few possible sleeping spots along the way. I met a man named Jay who was just setting up his sleeping bag under a bridge. He told me he stays there because it is close to the Home Depot where he goes every morning to look for work. He said he’s known around here because he sells cigarettes. He used to have a bike but he lost it when he went to jail.
I made it through the first 24 hours. It hasn’t been easy but I am well and happy. I’m not used to carrying a backpack full of stuff, but I need to if I want to sleep through the cold nights. Last night was one of the longest nights ever. I was in my sleeping bag for 13 hours and I slept for a good amount of that time, but I was also awake dozens of times fighting off the cold. 50 degrees doesn’t seem that bad but I guess it is just half my body temp. At one point in the night, I thought it was nearly morning and it turned out to only be 12:30. I almost gave up.
For the next week I’ll be living on the streets of San Diego. I won’t actually be homeless because I have a home. I won’t get a true street living experience because I’ll know I have resources to fall back on. I won’t be in complete despair because my friends and family will be there for me if needed.
But by living on the streets with no money, I hope to see life from a new perspective. I hope to gain a deeper appreciation for what I have and to stop judging books by their covers. I hope to become a more compassionate, understanding, and loving human being. And I hope to learn some killer techniques to get by on less and be more resourceful.