((Freewill))

When I was 12 years old my family was homeless for about 6 or 7 months. We lived in various short term places, friends houses, relatives apartments in NYC. It was winter, and I didn't have proper clothing that year. To this day, I panic at the thought of moving. I'm sensitive to the cold, and always have to have gloves, hat and scarf on to keep my body warm. I have lived in my house now for 20 years, raised my kids here, and have tried to move but just can't seem to do it. Last year I moved out and moved back after 3 months.

I have a recurring dream that I am looking for my home but can't find it.

So, yes I really understand how wonderful it must be to look in your cupboard and find food; to walk down the street and see that you do have a home now.

(((((((Freewill))))))))