A faint buzzing annoying sound penetrates through my mind, I can't quite decipher where it's coming from or what it is for the matter. Through half closed eyes, I can vaguely see the bright red digital display, my alarm clock reads 08:30am. Contrary to the misconception of many, I do have to wake up as early as possible to fit in a ridiculous amount of work in a day and quite frankly 24 hours are definitely not enough anymore!

So I drag myself out of bed and switch on my Mac. Walk to the kitchen and make myself a cup of coffee. These are the moments I treasure most in life. It's my little universe just before I step into the outside world to face whatever life throws at me. Walking around the house. I like to think that I do have belongings, things I've worked hard for and bought for pleasure or simple use and a place I can call my home. My bedroom is full of memorabilia I collected from all over the globe, pictures of friends and family hang off my walls, everywhere is so familiar, this is home.

So it's so hard to imagine that our tiny island is afflicted by homelessness. Recent surveys have clearly shown that there has been an increase in people who find themselves without a roof over their heads. Every story is heart wrenching and sometimes incredulous, it is a clear depiction of the struggle of certain members in our society today .

Between January and September in 2007 the YMCA  have assisted 10,489 individuals, of which 1182 were in financial crisis, 1,045 were child care cases, 1,307 had housing problems and 509 were found homeless. Helplessness is the most terrifying feeling in the world, and it's a cruel world we live in. The clock stops for no one, debts eat us alive and the rainy days keep pouring, I've got a porcelain pig who thanks me for ridding him of the  hernia he'd suffered from all throughout my adolescence!

So yes, sometimes our bubble bursts and we're faced with the harsh reality we call life and its upward climb. I look out of my bedroom window and strum on my guitar, while the first rays of sun make their way past the thick grey clouds. It's these moments in life I truly treasure, the warm rays caress my face, and at that moment they belong to me, they belong to everyone, in whichever place they can call home.

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