...that my son is homeless. Why? Because he hasn't left our neighborhood. I see him walking or biking or sitting or hanging out all over the place. The short drive to/from the freeway from my house is fraught on a daily basis with "wonder where I'm gonna see him today?" I completely avoid places I used to shop or eat because I'll see his bike propped up against the closest tree. I will go the long "back way" to avoid running into him. I definitely don't go jogging around here anymore and we haven't been to the park in over a year. I cannot escape it...which makes it very difficult to try and move forward. At the end of the day, husband and I are at peace with our decision to have him leave but the ripple effect is almost as difficult as the day-to-day struggles beforehand. It's been just shy of 2 years (he's 26) that we had him move out and a year that he's spent much of the time living homelessly. I never imagined this would be our reality.