During that time depression has set in horribly. It was as if I was unwelcomed, so early in the morning I left and decided to put myself in a shelter.
They sent me to The Bronx, Harlem, and Brooklyn at different shelters. I hated it, but I needed to stay there in order to keep away from what was going on with me and look for an apartment at the same time.
Living in the shelter was horrible, even though I had my own room, I had to share the bathroom and kitchen with others and it was dirty, plus it's summer time and there is no A/C, just a fan circulating the hot air back into the room.
I was desperate to leave the shelter. I had to double down on my effort to leave there and find a place.
I found several places but after I told them that I had a program (voucher) they wasn't interested and disclosing that the program is for HIV/AIDS individuals you can actually see the discomfort in their faces.
After four months of tirelessly looking day after day, I had found 2 people that are willing to help but their was a catch.
Option 1:
The place was O.k, not really far from the train station but would be $100.00 over budget which I would be responsible for and pay out of pocket. But close to where I was originally living.
Option 2:
This place was tiny, not really far from the train station, $50.00 over budget and too much sunlight.