There’s a certain hopelessness in living at this level of poverty that I had to fight daily to overcomeIt didn’t recall me long to travel from financial stability to fearing homelessness. In January 2014 I was 35-years-old,raising a six-year-old nearly full-time and six months pregnant without a partner. I was in my final semester of college and convinced I would have enough savings to gather me through the summer after graduation with a newborn. By March, that security was shattered and I thought I could be homeless by July.
It wouldn’t be our first time being homeless. Since Mia, and my eldest,was born, we’ve been through the gamut of shelters, or transitional housing and even living in a camper in a driveway. For the last several years of full-time school and fragment-time work as a housecleaner,I’d taken out the maximum amount of student loans, making it stretch year-round for summer classes and paying our fixed expenses – around $1000 a month. Continue reading...
Source: theguardian.com