I went to the mini storage that I share with a friend. Yes there are lots of people who are having a hard time with housing in this city.
I noticed that I was staying on the streets about a year ago. Riding public transportation, awake, but sometimes dozing off, and starting to sleep around 6 am in public parks. I was not the only one. I made the mistake of trying to stay at one public place and was intimidated out by a family who seems to rule the place. Another public park, the sprinklers turned on at 1 am an it was too cold in September for that to be refreshing. I also was sleeping on a bench once and ha a vision of someone stabbing me while asleep on the bench, so I started walking, although exhausted. The first night I spent on the streets I had a root canal earlier that day. I am not the only one. There were others riding public transportation at night, early morning clatching sleep in the parks. I could tell right away who was displaced and who was late night partying.
So back to storage. For a while all my possessions were in 3 bags. Now there is five. From a small city backpack to a suitcase. I have enough, but not excess nor junk. I have enough to get me through the fall and the winter. I have a pair of sneakers, a pair of heels, and 2 pairs of boots. I have a winter coat.
I remembered going to a community center to receive a winter coat from a coat drive in the edge if town last December. I was told that I was too late the coats were gone, that they will photocopy the referral letter from that so called transitional housing, and call me when there was a coat availible. I was starting to tear. i was already shivering. my skin was a strange color from being cold. I asked if I can use the restroom. I ha travelled for about an hour and a half. When I got out one of the men there held up a coat and asked me if it fit. He helped me zip it up. I cried an thanked him. He smiled. Maybe he thought that I was there for a free coat and didn’t know my need. Like I wrote last December, in the first or 3rd post, I do not look like i had a hard life, nor my age.