I then got married. In our apartments I had a place in a bedroom. In my first house I had a place in a bedroom. In my second house I had a room near the bedroom. When
I traveled I stayed in bedrooms that had some of what I wanted like a small refrigerator. Somebody I knew told me they would bring a coffee pot to boil hot dogs in. Over the years I determined just what it was I wanted in a bedroom. I finally got the bedroom I wanted.
It is a big bedroom. It has room for my two big comfortable chairsl. It has room for my two chairs and table on which I keep my laptop computer. I have music on my laptop and I have a Boom Box . I have an HDTV. I have Comcast internet and telephone service with unlimited long distance and local calls, I have Encore, Stars, HBO, Showtime and a host of other stations including music channels. I have all the toys I want. I can put anything I want on the walls again and it has a full size bathroom. Included in my bedroom are luxury items I desired that I haven't seen in any luxury home. I can lay on my bed and cook dinner at the same time! Or move over to my lounge chair! Or set the timer on my microwave oven and go to sleep!
I can enjoy the smell of my cooking! The stove and refrigerator are only a few feet away! I can reach into my refrigerator and get a drink from where I’m using my computer. I can get up and turn around and make a cup of coffee or make a hamburger and fries. Do I want to go through the trouble if fixing a late night snack? You bet! I don't have to work my way through a maze to get it, flipping lights on and off, stubbing my toe, taking the stairs, all while half sleep. Well, I still might do that. I just have to walk a few feet though. How neat. And the only household chore I have is to clean my bedroom. I have owned two homes, visited a lot of homes, I even went house hunting to a lot of homes. I have seen mansions with many bedrooms, but I have never seen a bedroom like mine in any of them. Some call my abode a studio apartment but I beg to differ with them. I finally got the bedroom I wanted.
And, it is in a big old house with lots of other bedrooms filled with friendly people. It was formally a YMCA building. Sometimes I get a little visitation. I have enough friends I call family. I haven't often felt the need to invite someone from the outside in. I get enough visitations now and then. I have a lady friend upstairs that comes to see me. It has common areas where we can meet and greet and share, with nobody bogarting. I finally got the bedroom I wanted.
Some people might call this place low income housing whatever that means to them. But I lived a lot of different life styles. I had many responsibilities and made many a sacrifice. I paid dearly to get in here. I have served my country well and continue to do so to the best of my ability. But don't take away my housing this is my country tis of thee sweet land of liberty. This country cannot afford to discard the weak and frail. There is a lot of mentoring that needs to continue to take place and we can do that. There is a wealth of knowledge here. We have value. Ending up in and out of jail for lack of housing is inexcusable. Don't build prisons, build bedrooms. And provide the services, and allow us to build community lifestyles that we need to survive as an integrated whole.