Revisiting the first admission
For a long time, I kept quiet about things, mostly this period of my life, the time I have referred to as my dozen years of homelessness. How bizarre it feels to even write this! Yet I was, for about twelve years, without a home of my own, even wondering if I would ever really realize my dreams of sharing my writing with the world in a way that could benefit even one person in the world.
The very first time in my web log, as I review the archives, that I admitted to having been homeless, was the day I began with an entry on civil unrest in Cyprus. Yet the personal part of this web log was a rather simple statement.