It seems crazy to me that I find myself at the same place as the people here trying to just climb out from being on the darker streets.
As I also network for more employment like the grungy younger man leaning against a bike rack, interviewing on the phone with a cigarette, how do we converge at the same intersection?
My education is greater; I have achieved more professional and competance mastery; and, I have already weathered and overcome previous homelessness.
So why am I back here now? How again by the hands of others’ arbitrary decisions?
It is a wonder that I can even cling to any self acclaim, given the negative psychological impact of the trials I continue experiencing.
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