I just got a letter today about how my four-year old (that’s four years, folks) application for low-income housing has finally come to the surface of the pile and I am supposed to go to a meeting to show them I am still interested. Does this have ANYTHING to do with the fact that I complained to another agency one week ago that I was having a hard time complying with their requirements because of homelessness, and that I have been waiting on the housing list for four years? Humm.
Anyway, the journey has begun and I will send you pictures of the place and give you up dates, when and if it all happens. You get to actually see someone get off the streets. Mind you, considering the surrounding situation and the types of gatekeepers in my dear city, I’m sure they will put me in the sorriest spot they can find. Not being negative, just realistic. The reason I (and others like me) have been waiting so long on the housing list is that we are not part of the favored group that gets housing here. Unfair, since the group I belong to (via my family background) has been building this city from the beginning and have a long history in this area.
But, at least it’s a bed and a kitchen (yeah! I can cook my own food) and a bathroom and I can get my stuff out of storage. Take care and have a Merry Christmas.