In DC many homeless people have mental and physical disabilities- how can we help? As I stood at the bus stop beside this woman I put myself in her shoes- if I was in her situation, not in a stable mind frame, what could I do to get help. I was in this situation of homelessness and I saw her and she was in an even worse situation than I was, and I felt a lot of emotions- fear, that I also would end up in a worse situation, I felt a desire to help her, and I felt helpless, helpless to aid her situation and helplessness in my own situation.
I was still homeless, I was still struggling to take my daughter to see a nanny so that I could go to work. I had to take a metro and a bus and the commute was difficult and I was feeling sad. But I looked in the mirror and thought to myself that there’s always something to smile about. Even though I was the one who was exhausted, my daughter was the one who was falling asleep, and that made me laugh.
As they continue to build for the wealthy and forget about the working class people who are looking for an affordable and safe place, I wonder why they are not seeking to build for families instead of couples without children that’s wealthy. I understand money makes the world go around, but then you will have more homelessness in the Nation’s Capital that the government will have to fund to provide shelter for these families.
As I take a look as to what is being built in Washington, DC, the first thing that comes to mind is non-affordable homes, condos or apartments for single working mothers. These apartments are gorgeous, but I don’t get wrapped up in that thought. I enjoy the scene but understand that I cannot afford that home for my daughter and I at the time.
My apartment building has not been remodeled in years. My apartment building is one block away from the new condos they are putting up in the city. Why have they not remodeled our apartment? It seems that they want to push us out and bring in new apartments and new people!
This is my son’s play area in the house. My apartment is like a shoebox. It’s really small, and I’m paying a thousand dollars for something I have to make my son a play area in the corner to live in. We spend all this money, and we don’t even have space.
This makes me sad. It's a shame that you have to stand in long lines for housing. It's also unfortunate that they kicked out the "foreigners" who were not willing to be fight or be loud. Why do you have to fight or be loud for a basic human right?
Dark hallways, no cameras. The elevator’s out most of the time. We have no choice but to walk down the steps. I try not to take my daughter down with me so much because there’s no air, there’s no window. It’s Section 8 housing. I’ve lived there now about 5 years. I had to move out of another apartment because people kept breaking the front door. I kept writing letters and they were pretty much ignoring me, until somebody else got involved. It’s just sad.
The landlord consistently said this was properly fixed, but that is a complete lie. The landlord always said this is the 'best" that could be done. It tooks 3 weeks for someone to come and fix the sink and this is what they do. The excess water brings mice. I already have mold and mildew, so how much more can I take?