Looking for a home
We’ve got the mats, the blankets, and the staff. But we are looking for a home. A place, overnight, where 80 guys, properly supervised, can collapse for the night, and try to get a new start in the morning.
For many years our generous hosts have let us use their space overnight. This is coming to an end at the end of December. We have to move.
This is what homeless people go through on a personal level, only worse.
“Maybe a friend will let us stay.” “Maybe we can double up with another non-profit.” “Maybe there will be a dramatic last-minute rescue.”
Then the somber adults start to ask questions. “What can you afford?” The answer is, not that much. Not in today’s over-heated real-estate market in Seattle. “You need to put together a funding proposal.” I looked with despair at the government forms, with unanswerable questions.
I think about the fragility of life on the edge, which describes all 80 of our homeless friends who sleep in this shelter. For people with mental health issues, these changes are overwhelming. When you have nothing, and then even that is threatened, it can have dire consequences.
There are buildings out there. If you can buy us one, now would be the time. About 3,000 square feet would be nice.