At the time I felt that I was not homeless if I had a clean and stable roof over my head. I lived with friends. Then, an associate I encountered told me that if I don’t have a lease, I am considered homeless. They suggested that I apply for help through housing assistance. I responded, “I’m healthy to work with no children nor disability. How will I qualify to just apply?”
I literally went and stayed in a shelter to get my name on the waiting list. The agency reached out after six months. I gathered all my required documents. Every morning at 5 a.m. I got myself dressed and prepared for apartment searching. It didn’t take long for me, because I had compiled a list of apartments while I was waiting. Once the voucher came through, I found one quickly.
