23, Graduated, and Homeless

January, 1st, 2017 was the day that everything in my life came crumbling down. I had just graduated with a second college degree a few weeks prior, but not much else in my life seemed settled at all. I was single, yet experiencing heartbreak. Friendships were suffering, I was in need of money, a job, and a place to live. So it was happy new year to me! 😅 To say the least, I was overwhelmed. To say more, I was at my wits end. I stayed in bed and cried for almost a week. I could barely eat, and I was beginning to have trouble breathing at times. Life had gotten too real. A month later not much had changed because my crying sessions hadn't brought any progress in my life and I ended up homeless on February 1st, 2017. I had just packed all of my things and moved them into storage pretty much on my own the day before. The large cargo van I'd rented didn't fit into the parking garage of my building, so the roof of the van crashed and shattered the garage lighting and I was quickly shown the exit. In turn, I was forced to park on the street. As I was carrying another load of items to the van, I saw the street patrol writing my first NYC parking ticket. Despite my conversation with her, the ticket was still issued, and of course it was snowing that day as well. Could it get any better? lol.

During the time after moving out, I was looking for support from any and everyone and everything seemed to fall through. I stayed in a hotel for 2 nights because in New York, that was the extent of what I could afford after the check from my temp job the month before had run out. Everyone was failing me and yet people were still asking to hang out. Major. side. eye. 😒 I felt like, NO! I cant hang out, I don't even know where I will be sleeping tonight! I still don't understand. I felt betrayed by everyone and many of my well meaning family member's comments just seemed to make it all worse. I began going on interviews almost every day to no avail and began asking everyone in my contacts if I could crash at their place for a few days. I remember trudging through thick mounds of snow early in the morning towards an interview as I left a friend's apartment just trying to make things happen. After a lot of nos, some people began to say yes, and I started to feel that humanity may not be doomed afterall. After about two weeks, I finally found a place to sublet in East Harlem. It was a cute and clean apartment shared with two other girls and was workable for the time being. That held me over until I finally found a stable apartment in May. Since then, I have landed a decent job and have started to enjoy my life again. Thankfully, I'm feeling like New York's season of hazing me has come to a halt.

Until next time,