December 21, 2005

• Homeless for the Holidays

  Happy Holidays from someone who's Homeless. 

  Yes, you heard that right, I'm homeless.  Yes, I'm paying rent for
  a roof over my head in Menlo Park; yes, I'm working right now for the
  moment at a company where people knock themselves out in order to work
  there.  Yes, when it rains, I use a key to unlock a door and come
  inside to stay dry.

  But I'm still homeless. 

  You see, like the cliche goes, "home is where the heart is."  For
  the past two years, my heart has been kept under lock n key, not
  settling at one spot or another.  I've been on the go since the
  beginning of 04.  It's almost 06.  I don't know when I'll
  find "home," nor will I find out if I'll locate a spot to
  "settle."  Having a home means that you're not trying to figure
  out where you're going to end up within the next year or so.  It
  means that unlocking the door creates a sense of warmth, of security,
  of safety.  Being homeless means not knowing what's going to
  happen to you in the near future. 

  Ironically, for the past six months, I've been officially a
  "homeowner."  Yet I'm not at a place that I could call
  "home."  I've been living out of boxes, ever throwing away items
  one by one because of the lack of space, the lack of a home. 

  And I wonder if my heart was accidentally thrown out along w/those items that were once packed and eventually thrown away...

  Happy Holidays!

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