What would you do if you were homeless?

Question

I need it for a project (plz be honest)

Answer 1

BEEN THERE - DONE THAT - 3 TIMES!

FIRST TIME - Back about the late 1970s, my husband and I had a fight and he demanded that I leave - and I was just mad enough to do so.

I packed two changes of clothing into a big pocketbook and walked away with just that and a $20 bill to get me by.  I contacted a family friend, told him about the situation and asked him to keep an eye on things at home for me.  He offered me the use of his motorcycle (a 350cc Honda) to get around and I accepted it.  To make a long story short, I spent about a week sleeping in the women's restrooms of all-night coffee shops.  

Keeping clean was not hard.  I had a change of clothes so I could keep one washed at all times in public laundromats, and I looked for public restrooms that had only a single stall and the lock on the main entry door, so I could remove clothes and wash as needed.  I also managed to sneak into the YWCA pool area and use their showers a couple of times.  I quickly learned that there is NO justifiable reason for homeless people to look shabby and stink.  There are plenty of resources if one is willing to seek them out and use them.  The second day I was out, I found an ad from a temp agency for factory workers and followed up on it.  I was hired and told to start work the following Monday.

After about a week, I ran into my husband in a store near our neighborhood.  We made up and I was back home again - but I DID keep the job for about 3 years.

SECOND TIME  By about the mid 80s, my husband was disabled by a back injury and severe osteo-arthritis.  I was supporting us and my earning power was not very high back then.  We were living in a weekly-rental motel in downtown Hollywood.  I got home late on payday and the manager of the motel refused to accept the rent because it was an hour late and he threw us out.  We had a 1961 Rambler stationwagon and the three of us (my husband, our daughter and I) "moved into" that.

It took us a coupole of months of living in the car before we found another weekly rental to move into.  From that we were able to move into an apartment where we lived till we left the Los Angeles area in 1990.

THIRD TIME  In January of 2000, my husband was dead and my daughter grown and off living her own life, so I was alone again.  I lost my job and really hated the city where I was living, so I decided to move to a different part of the country.  I put all of my belongings into storage and hopped aboard a Greyhound Bus with two duffle-bags of clothes and $600 in my pocket.

I landed on a Friday and spent Friday and Saturday nights at the Salvation Army women's shelter.  I knew the $600 would not get me into an apartment with all the accompanying move-in expenses, so I looked for a room-and-board type rental.  I found one that looked affordable and I had a bed by Sunday night.  I couldn't even say it was a room.  It was a sofa, coffee-table and two end tables in an open space in the basement.  But I could afford it and it would do me till I could get a job - a steady source of income - and save up the move-in costs for a real apartment.

However, I didn't know at the time that my new landlady was a real psycho head-case.  She went really nuts and kicked all her tenants out one at a time.  I hoped desperately that I could hold on till I found a job and could afford to move, but no such luck!

I was the last to go after being there about a month-and-a-half.  She threw me out about 10 pm  on a cold, rainy Saturday night in mid-March!  I called the cell phone number of another tenant she had kicked out a couple of weeks earlier.  She had a car and came and got me and my stuff.  I stayed with her and her boyfriend in the weekly rental motel where they had landed, but only untill I could get my stuff into storage and get back to the Salvation Army.  About the second or third day in the motel, her boyfriend started showing more than just a friendly interest in me, so I got out before anything ptentially problematic had the chance to develop.

Ironically, that was where the 2000 census takers finally caught up with me.  So, even though I have had a nice apartment for 8 years and a good job for more than 7, I am listed in the government's census records as a homeless derelict living at the Salvation Army untill the next census in 2010..

I finally connected with a job about a week later, but it took me another month to save up enough to move into a real apartment - during which time it was really tricky hiding my homeless status from my new employer.  (I lost that job after 3 months when my employer closed the office to go travelling, but found another almost a year after my arrival here and have stayed with that one for more than 7 years now.)

I stayed in that first apartment about 3 years, then moved into a nicer neighborhood near the river, where I have been ever since.  

I have been in this city 8-and-a-half years now and on my present job for over 7 years.  

I hope I'll never be homeless again, but if it should happen, at least I have some experience in handling ithe situation.

Answer 2

go to a shelter and try to find a job

Answer 3

Head to florida with everything i needed on my back like a fishing pole, tackle, clothes, matches, cooking pot, and my gun. And a small tent. Doesn't sound to bad compared to this office.

Answer 4

Learn how to survive in the wild, and leave civilization entirely.

Answer 5

try to find a home.