After living at The Road Home homeless shelter for almost nine months, I had finally been given a case manager. We met one day to work through the dense pile of paperwork to get on all the housing lists that my wife and I could.
As we went through the pages, making sure that each section was correctly filled out, I grew despondent about the chances that my wife and I would be together again any time soon. There were so many little things that would disqualify you for this list or disqualify you for that list, it was maddening.