I was walking through the park with one of my caseworkers in December when she paused, looking like she had some bad news.
“I don’t know how to tell you this,” she started. “The housing list has slowed to a stop. There’s no new units and no one’s getting placed. They’ve closed the list entirely, no new people can get on. You’re looking at another two or three years wait at least.”
What could I say to that? It’s not like she could pull an apartment out of a hat for me. And, besides, it would give us time to save, not our haphazard saving where we put $50 away for moving then use it for groceries, but real saving.
Three weeks later I got a call from someone I didn’t recognize. He turned out to be the housing manager and he had a one bedroom apartment for me alone, available this summer. Which is great for me but Colin needs to find a place too. Not only that but he needs to save last month’s rent and a moving van. I don’t need last month’s rent.
We’re looking but it’s going to be hard. So many rooms have high expectations. Must be female… over fifty… have two positive reviews from landlords… good credit rating… full time job. He wanted to move into the building behind us but was told by disability he’d be kicked off if he did because, at $875/m, it was too expensive. Most one bedrooms are over a thousand dollars. And, of course, he needs money. Landlords don’t take promises, they want cold, hard cash. And he doesn’t have that. That’s where you come in. I’m hoping that anyone who can afford it will donate something, no matter how small. And if you can’t donate, please share. Right now Colin is so anxious and this will help.