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  • Once, as a mother of four I collected food stamps. Later in life, even though finances said so, I could have collected even more but I didn't.

    Today, living dollar to dollar and dime to dime, it's harder than I ever dreamed it would be. It's hard to wake up hungry and go to bed that way, hard to say we can't do laundry for three weeks, hard to take the quickest shower possible in cool water and feel clean.

    My back hurts from having no chair to sit on, I hate the fact that the heavy duty blowup bed that Andy still sleeps on sprung a leak within a month, and no cleaning supplies to speak of only makes me want to clean more.

    The question is...would I change it if I could? Perhaps I would have asked to stay in the shelter another month so we could have saved more money but that is all. We met so many who had literally given up...given in to the horror that homelessness creates that I consider us lucky! I consider us luckier still that we were able to get away from that hell hole called The Micanopy Inn where we were charged $240 a week for a room and worked at the owner's whim for $6.50 an hour. With no transportation we ate at the local gas station mostly tv dinners that were double the price asked at any grocery store.

    Each month we learn a little more and buy one thing that a broom and dust pan or a pan to cook in. But more than all this...we have each other. We can walk with the stars and feel safe holding hands in the dark and we can smile at each other before we sleep with the moon peeking in our window.
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