5/15/2014-3:24 pm.-This my fourth day in my new apartment. I a sofa, my bible, some clothes and bag of chips. I have no curfew like I did in the shelter. I’m not sleeping on concrete like I did in the streets. I have no time limit in the showers. The one thing that has stayed the same. I’m still lonely. I’m still fighting the cause of the homeless. But until a brave woman will give a gypsy, who for nearly 2 years was homeless and is trying to get a job at nearly 62 years of age a chance. I guess I will always be lonely.