It was dark, brisk, and I was still groggy with a low BCC (blood caffeine content), but the sight of the school bus lit up my brain. It was a normal school bus, and the time was right for high-school students to be picked up (oh-dark-thirty). What caught my eye wasn’t so much anything about the school bus, but its location. It was stopped, lights flashing, on an access road to a major thoroughfare near my neighborhood. But there are no houses or apartment buildings in the area–just a parking lot, and extended stay hotel.
And in that moment, I recognized just how much privilege I’ve had as a result of the economics of my parents–and how much children have had. School lunch programs are a hot topic in the national political discourse right now, but my mind reeled at the realization that there were children staying in a hotel for such a long duration that the school district had a bus stop for them at the end of the parking lot.
On the economic security spectrum, many who stay in hotels as their primary residence are literally just one paycheck away from being homeless (read this book for a explanation of how that works). I felt the gut wrenching pangs