My family was always poor, and actually went homeless from time to time. I remember going to a local fountain and filling up gallons of water for drinkable water and to flush the toilet as a kid since we didn't have enough money for running water. The worst though was a year after my mom died in 2001, and I was trying to get through college through tuition. I basically came out of that college term with not one cent, owing money up the wazoo, and no home to go to once I was done the term (my dad and family where I'd be living became homeless). I was screwed for day to day living, let alone getting any money to continue through college.
It was an incredibly rough 2-3 months, made worse when my dad 'moved' me to a cottage 100 miles from any big town that our past landlord allowed us to stay in while we got our stuff together. No way to get a job, and basically rotted there with cans for a month. I 'stole' a phone line to get to use the internet (I did have my computer) which landed me in some trouble. Eventually we went back to Toronto and lived in the worst possible place in Toronto, a dump of a hotel full of crackheads, whores and fugitives. One night that before I stayed in a hostel, only to find I was sleeping on a bed infested with termites. Those buggers fucking hurt...
Imagine hundreds of cockroaches seeping through the walls and the bathroom in the hotel, and dozens of rats scurrying in the room at night (I had a rat jump out of my bag of cookies and on me as I was about to eat one). Cops would come every night and ID the people in the building, while random lost crackheads would try to barge in my door late at night. Also got a really bad rash from one of the covers. Took some time, but I did have a good suit with me for when I was in college, bought some shoes from Goodwill and went for interviews and eventually landed a decent job. I was maxing out my one credit card to pay for food during this time. It still took a good month to get the money to get out of the hole, and move to a small apartment. I took care of my dad that later month and he slept at my new place until he was able to get his act together too.
While I got it really bad, I barely managed to stay above the 'point of no return' where you have no money at all, and truly no place to sleep. It was really tough to get back on my feet though since I had barely any safety net at all. I still see those times as days that could have been avoided if I took the initiative early on, but it's easy to say when you are no longer in a depressed suicidal state.
It was an incredibly rough 2-3 months, made worse when my dad 'moved' me to a cottage 100 miles from any big town that our past landlord allowed us to stay in while we got our stuff together. No way to get a job, and basically rotted there with cans for a month. I 'stole' a phone line to get to use the internet (I did have my computer) which landed me in some trouble. Eventually we went back to Toronto and lived in the worst possible place in Toronto, a dump of a hotel full of crackheads, whores and fugitives. One night that before I stayed in a hostel, only to find I was sleeping on a bed infested with termites. Those buggers fucking hurt...
Imagine hundreds of cockroaches seeping through the walls and the bathroom in the hotel, and dozens of rats scurrying in the room at night (I had a rat jump out of my bag of cookies and on me as I was about to eat one). Cops would come every night and ID the people in the building, while random lost crackheads would try to barge in my door late at night. Also got a really bad rash from one of the covers. Took some time, but I did have a good suit with me for when I was in college, bought some shoes from Goodwill and went for interviews and eventually landed a decent job. I was maxing out my one credit card to pay for food during this time. It still took a good month to get the money to get out of the hole, and move to a small apartment. I took care of my dad that later month and he slept at my new place until he was able to get his act together too.
While I got it really bad, I barely managed to stay above the 'point of no return' where you have no money at all, and truly no place to sleep. It was really tough to get back on my feet though since I had barely any safety net at all. I still see those times as days that could have been avoided if I took the initiative early on, but it's easy to say when you are no longer in a depressed suicidal state.
