Those of you who know me know that when I moved to Carlsbad NM, I was homeless for the first month.  When I say I was homeless, I don’t mean it in the sense that most people think of it.  When I think of the term “homeless”, I picture a specific scene in downtown Ft. Worth.  If you take the Lancaster exit from Northbound I-35 at night, you will often find a handful of homeless people sleeping under the bridges.  To me, this is the true definition of homeless: no job, no car, no home, and no possessions except those that you can carry around with you.  My homelessness was…