How I joined the ranks of Brooklyn's homeless... NOT one of my life's great ambitions, believe me. I'm expanding this blog to include resources, solutions, and much more, and plan to collaborate with other homeless folks I've met along the way... the homeless population is far more diverse than popular opinion might acknowledge. Calling 311 for help is pretty much useless; I've found out more from talking to other homeless people over the past 6 months than from any other resource around.

Sunday, November 18, 2007

still packing - and trying not to panic

The marshal's not due to lock me out until after Monday.... but my husband told me Friday night that he didn't have the $200 together right now to cover a storage space (after telling me he'd help me get my stuff into storage) and won't until either Wednesday or Thursday when his paycheck gets direct deposited in his bank account. I feel so sick at this point with worry it's about all I can do to keep  my head on straight while my son's with me for the weekend. I've asked friends for a loan until the end of the week, but of course the timing's terrible.

Of course, Monday morning I could try negotiating with the landlord and beg for a few more days until after Thanksgiving, but I'm not counting on that - and of course, the Marshal might not actually be able to get here until later on in the week, but this is all "what if".

And of course I still have a monumental amount of stuff to pack - but I've focused so far on packing my son's stuff, which my ex can take down to his place in a cab Sunday afternoon/evening, so we can at least save what's important to the kid. And now I just have to focus on grabbing the absolutely most essential stuff of mine that I can't do without. But I didn't get to bed until after 1 a.m., and it's 6 a.m. now, and I'm SOOO shaky, and I don't know what to do (I'm going to try to lie down for a little while longer until my son gets up).

I hate to ask, it's so embarrassing, but can anyone in the group loan me the $200 until the end of the week? I promise to pay it back promptly by or on the weekend. I'm going to continue asking around through my friend and acquaintances in the neighborhood as well, but it's such short notice... I can't help but believe that this "oversight" of my ex's is just part of him trying to see how much I can take before I crack (I won't crack, but I'll lose a lot of things I care about... I keep trying to tell myself that it's all just "things" and that life will go on afterwards, but it's still hard).

For anyone that hasn't already seen the rest of what I've posted here, I've set up a blog at http://homelesschronicle.blogspot.com.

Meanwhile, I hope you all have a terrific Thanksgiving!
Emily
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Check out my digital photography at http://picasaweb.google.com/emilyholiday/EmilyBrown; I also have a short slideshow video at http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=4527071836788208173

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Emily, I really wish I could help you out in your tough situation. I'm in touch with Claudia, so we can help you get enough $ for storage. Hang in there, is all I can say but you just have to. BTW have you sold your digital images to Getty? that could help? Also in the back of lots of parenting magazines are ads for stay at home moms to earn money by working as marketers from home... Good luck.

Anonymous said...

Sorry, the comment was from me, Pien.

RESOURCES

This list will be updated periodically...


I've contacted the Public Advocate's Office (212-669-7250) and explained to the intake worker what was going on; they may be able to help me work more quickly through the maze of Public Assistance and finding a new home. But, of course, since it's Friday, I won't be hearing back from them until next week.

The Church of St. Paul (263 W. 86th Street) has an Urban Justice Center; call 646-602-5600.
They also have legal clinics in different boroughs.

Coalition of the Homeless has an automated information line at 212-776-2000, and offers a variety of services. They're located at 129 Fulton Street in lower Manhattan, near Nassau Street; they take walk-ins, but recommend that people be there before 9 a.m. because they can only see the first 30-50 people on line (first come, first served).

I wish I were a cat...

I wish I were a cat...
I'd have a better chance of getting help or "adopted"