When working in communities to address homelessness, I feel like an antsy kid – I don’t want to wait. I’m fidgety because the lag time seems so long. I am baffled why it’s taking our country so long to house its poorest people. I just want people housed.
The wait reminds me of when I was a child during Christmas. I could never sleep the night before. The smell of eggnog, the images of wrapped gifts under the Christmas tree, and the hope of hearing Santa slide down our chimney made my little 10-year-old self become an insomniac. It was so difficult to wait for Christmas morning to arrive.